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With another low roar, the flame in Luo Hao's palm quickly flew out and stopped under the broken sword. A streak of spirit energy shot out from Luo Hao's left hand and continuously poured into the flame.

The broken sword didn't seem to like this at all. The sword began to tremble violently.

This situation was a little abnormal, but the worry on Luo Hao's face didn't seem to exist, as though he was controlling it.

The broken sword kept on shaking, and with a move of Luo Hao's right hand, the purple light quickly rushed into the broken sword. The purple light was bright and resplendent, then suddenly condensed, and completely fused into the broken sword.

At this time, the broken sword trembled even more violently. Luo Hao's left hand trembled, and the flame quickly escaped from Luo Hao's control, while the broken sword was fleeing in all directions in mid air.

Luo Hao saw the situation, and his body soared up into the sky. Dozens of flames quickly flew out in a few blinks of an eye, forming a circle and surrounding the broken sword.

The broken sword seemed to be somewhat afraid that the flames would no longer be able to escape in all directions, but the sword was still trembling slightly.

With a move of Luo Hao's hand, the dozens of flames started to tighten, and the encirclement became smaller and smaller.

Luo Hao immediately stopped the circulation of the Heaven-swallowing Technique, and the celestial spiritualization quietly started circulating once again.

What he needed to do next was to slowly warm up the broken sword by using the Heavenly Souls.

Several hand seals were formed, and a glassy ray of light rushed out, quickly wrapping around the broken sword.

Luo Hao sat cross-legged in the air, glanced at the broken sword that was slowly calming down, and then closed his eyes.

Time trickled by, and in the blink of an eye, an hour had passed. Luo Hao opened his eyes, retracting the movements in his hands and stood up. With a wave of his right hand, all of the floating flames were extinguished, and the broken sword floated motionlessly in the air.

Slowly, the light in the broken sword started to dissipate, Luo Hao stared at the broken sword with a fiery gaze, the broken sword was no different from before, it was still pitch black, it could not be considered beautiful, but the energy hidden inside the broken sword made Luo Hao take a deep breath.

Furthermore, a faint image of a Dou Ling Ape King could be seen in the sword.

"Success."

Luo Hao muttered.

Previously, he was very worried that he would fail, but he didn't expect it to go so smoothly. This was something he had never expected.

Although he did not manage to fully unleash the effects of the broken sword, Luo Hao believed that it was at least twice the original strength.

A look of joy replaced the worry on his face.

Luo Hao made a grabbing motion in the air with his right hand, and the broken sword quickly flew back into Luo Hao's hands.

"But what name should I give you?"

Luo Hao muttered to himself, he then turned and looked around, his gaze landing on the waterfall, as though he was thinking about something.

"I'll call you Three Thousand Waters!"

It could only be said that this kind of ugly broken sword was completely incomparable to the 'Three Thousand Waters Weak Water'. And because of this name, he was laughed at by someone for a long time.

However, Luo Hao felt that it did not matter, he held the broken sword and looked at it for a long time, then laughed, the smile was a little self-deprecating, in short, he was satisfied, regardless if it was the sword itself or its name, it could destroy everything, and also give birth to hope.

It is the darkest of all darkness; it is the brightest of all light.

Of all pain, it is the most painful; of all happiness, it is the happiest.

What is this paradoxical and mysterious thing?

It was death, and no one was not afraid of death, even Lao Lang and the others who were on the brink of death all year round.

The forefathers had said: unknown life, how can one know death?

Hence, living is more important than death, survival is everything. Lao Lang knew this logic, but the Tetrandrine seemed to have forgotten about it.

Lao Lang and Yang Jing's faces were covered in a layer of frost. Of course, it was not because of the weather, because there was a corpse in front of the two of them, it was the Tetrandrine, and their eyes did not stay on Tetrandrine's corpse. Instead, they had been paying attention to the figure in front of them.

Opposite the two of them stood a man wearing a black robe. Dusk's lazy rays of light pierced through the gaps between the trees and hit the person's body, making the originally unclear face of the man even more blurry.

Lao Lang and the other two who escaped from the canyon headed towards the direction of Qing Teng Town. On the way, they stopped and looked at the dozens of Flowing Core trees.

The violent temper of the Tetrandrine thought that there was someone robbing him, and they had just escaped from danger, how could they allow such a thing to happen? Thus, he stood up and walked towards the black shadow, all the while swearing vulgarities. Lao Lang and Lao Lang saw that the black shadow was getting closer and closer to the Tetrandrine, and all they could hear was "bang".

With a sound, Tetrandrine's body exploded out, his body heavily smashing into the ground in front of Lao Lang and Lao Lang, and by the time Lao Lang managed to react, the Tetrandrine was already dead.

The two of them looked at the black figure trembling, Lao Lang finally understood that he had kicked a steel plate.

"I wonder how we have offended senior?"

Lao Lang asked respectfully with a clenched fist, but his voice was trembling. Who knew how many times he had swallowed his saliva, his voice was extremely dry and hoarse.

"Where did that youth go?"

The man looked at Lao Lang and himself in silence for a long time before he finally opened his mouth.

Lao Lang and Yang Jing had confused expressions.

"May I know who senior is talking about?"

Lao Lang asked.

That person coldly snorted and said with a disdainful tone, "Don't waste my time."

A burst of forest wind blew over, the black robes of the person in front of him did not move at all, but Lao Lang's eyes seemed to have sand in them, he really wanted to rub his eyes, but did not dare to do anything rash.

"We really do not know who this youth is."

Lao Lang replied.

Just then, Yang Jing who was at the side suddenly spoke to Lao Lang in a low voice: "Isn't it the brat that we met today?"

Only then did Lao Lang remember Luo Hao who was with him previously, and he suddenly realized.

"Is Senior talking about a brat called Luo Hao?"

Lao Lang asked tentatively.

That person paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "I know that he is with you. Why are you guys the only one here? Where is that young man?"

Lao Lang was startled, and both his feet immediately trembled. Who exactly was that youth?

What relationship did this person have with him?

If the two of them were the same, then what would happen if he knew that they had abandoned Luo Hao?

Lao Lang did not dare to think further. He sucked in a breath of cold air and pretended to be calm: "That youth went deeper into the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain. We only walked together for a bit.

Lao Lang kept his head low as he said this.

However, his eyes could not help but look towards that person, waiting for his reaction.

However, what surprised Lao Lang was that the man did not continue speaking, and his expression could not be seen clearly from his blurry appearance.

Just as Lao Lang was thinking about this, he heard a series of whooshing sounds, and when he raised his eyes, the person opposite him had already disappeared. With a whoosh, a black dot was moving extremely quickly, and before Lao Lang could blink, his neck was already tightly grabbed by two hands.

"Do you want to die?"

Yang Jing, who was at the side, saw the situation, and hurriedly rushed over. Before he could raise his saber, that person struck out with his other hand into the air. Yang Jing's body explosively shot out, and with a 'peng' sound, Yang Jing was lying on the ground, unsure of whether he was dead or alive.

Lao Lang stared at the corpse on the ground, his body continued to tremble, he slowly raised his head, and only now was he able to see the man's face clearly for the first time.

This man had a square face, thick eyebrows, and was staring at Lao Lang with a pair of angry eyes. He originally knew this person, and not only him, but many other people from Ten Thousand Beast Mountain and Qing Teng Village knew him as well. Furthermore, Luo Hao also knew this person, and that person was the burly man who sold him the broken sword.

How could it be him?

Lao Lang had been living in this place for many years, thinking that this blacksmith did not have any cultivation. Of course, it was not only him who thought so, everyone thought the same.

From this person's lightning techniques, one could see that his cultivation was at least at the third level of Soul Strengthening Realm or even higher. Furthermore, this kind of person could easily become a distinguished guest in a small sect, so why would he be willing to live in seclusion in a small place like Qing Teng Town?

Lao Lang's mind exploded, and many questions suddenly popped up.

However, he knew that these problems were not the most important one at the moment. The most important one at the moment was to stay alive.

"Senior Wang Chen."

Lao Lang suddenly spoke out, yes, that person was called Wang Chen, everyone in the town called him that.

"We were planning to snatch the Flowing Pill Tree together, but we didn't expect to meet the Dou Ling Ape King. That Ape King is too strong, I reckon that the young man is already dead."

In the end, Lao Lang decided to tell the truth, but he did not mention anything about abandoning Luo Hao.

"Dead?"

Wang Chen was extremely surprised.

Wang Chen's aura exploded, he did not dare look straight at his and did not say a word, only nodding his head affirmatively.

"Where is it? "Bring me there."

"Senior, there is a Dou Ling Ape King there!"

Lao Lang stammered.

Wang Chen snorted coldly, completely disregarding Lao Lang's words.

"Bring me there!"

Wang Chen emphasized his tone, and Lao Lang could only nod his head in agreement. In the end, Wang Chen loosened his grip, and looked towards the depths of the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain.

Within the valley, Luo Hao stood on top of that huge boulder for a long time. Even though the refinement of the broken sword had succeeded, and he was very happy, his indifferent expression did not reveal much joy.

Somehow, Luo Hao thought of his family, his sister, his father, and naturally Liu Fei and the other little beauties. In this period of time, he had experienced a lot, and he himself was slowly becoming stronger, but in reality, he was not happy about how he became stronger. Instead, he was confused.

However, had he ever thought that if he lived his entire life in hatred, then if he ever got his revenge one day, what was his goal in surviving in the future?

He didn't know why his mood was so complicated. Did he waver in his determination to take revenge?

Never, revenge was his direction, and this direction could not be changed.