Chapter 1059: Chapter 508: Why Is Your Name Engraved on My Sword? (Part 3)

And now, it’s no use worrying about it.

Helplessly, Little Fuji could only pin all her hopes on the miraculous Zhang Ze.

"Wow, Zhang Ze, where are you?"

"Help, help, help, someone is really about to step on my foot this time!"

Hearing Fuji’s cries for help, the Fairy in the colorful robe showed no change in expression.

From beginning to end, she kept her eyes on the Black Sword, attempting clumsily and in a way unbefitting of her status to seize the Black Sword.

As the blood mist gathered, a second and a third giant hand of flesh and blood formed.

The chase in one direction turned into a three-sided siege.

"Wow! Sword, sword! Move! Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root! Li’s Swordsmanship! Zhang Family’s Great Hammer Strike!"

Even though Fuji was a disciple of the Sword Sect, she raised the Black Sword and tried to muster all her life’s learning to fight back.

But no matter how she urged it, the Black Sword wouldn’t obey her commands, it just persisted in accumulating Sword Intent, holding it in without release.

As Little Fuji found herself in a desperate situation, a mysterious voice of Zhang Ze suddenly sounded in her ear.

"Jump!"

Without a moment’s hesitation, Little Fuji jumped high into the air.

As she soared into the air, Zhang Ze’s anxious voice sounded in her ear again.

"I meant jump down!"

Little Fuji, "Huh?"

Unable to change direction in the air, Little Fuji was pressed into the ground by the descending giant hand of flesh and blood.

Seeing the frantic little mushroom subdued, the Fairy in the colorful robe slowly descended from the sky.

As her bare feet touched the filthy ground, the Jade Sword that had always floated behind her suddenly shielded her.

The next moment, black light roamed like a dragon, and a single strike shattered the air.

The giant hand of flesh and blood pressing on the ruins was slashed to dust.

But the target of this strike was not the Fairy in the colorful robe, but the gray starry curtain that enveloped Valley City.

The starry curtain was shattered with one strike, and the forbidden spell shrouding the city in the sky dissipated with a roar.

As the Black Sword brushed past the Fairy, the Sword Qi it stirred up shattered the Jade hairpin atop her head, and her hair cascaded down, obscuring her vision.

Gently tucking her hair behind her ear, the Fairy could no longer find a trace of the noisy little mushroom and the Black Sword.

The Fairy stood in the ruins, dazed for a long time, but when she came to her senses, she didn’t pursue them.

Instead, she manipulated the remaining two giant hands of flesh and blood, attempting to restore the thoroughly destroyed Valley City.

Clumsy and focused.

...

"Oh, damn." Zhang Ze didn’t run far before he stopped.

That strike just now had tested the strength of the Fairy in the colorful robe. Though it was a bit odd, her strength was at least between Tribulation Crossing and Mahayana.

At that level, unless you run a continent’s distance away, covering a thousand miles and a hundred miles makes no difference; the key is not to let her notice you.

As long as you’re not targeted, staying anywhere is the same.

He sought out a cave in the mountains and asked Uncle Li’s black threads to help obscure the aura of the place.

Just like when they were in that SM basement.

Then he woke up the fat bear that was sleeping inside, gave it twenty pounds of pork knuckles and fifty pounds of honey, and had it stay quietly in the corner before he carefully set down the little Uncle Li he was carrying on his back.

Then he cast a Fresh Air Spell to remove the smell in the cave.

The Black Sword, which Brother Feng had used as a crowbar, was now in Uncle Li’s hand.

That strike from before had come from Uncle Li.

Currently, the Black Sword’s appearance had changed.

It had morphed from a short sword into a long sword, its flawless blade now sprouting many saw-like teeth, which pulsated as if alive.

The black aura swirling around Uncle Li began to be absorbed by the Black Sword, with an efficacy hundreds of times stronger than those water spirit cores.

After about half an hour, Wei Zhuang opened his eyes.

Though not entirely healed, he was now capable of communicating.

He smiled at Zhang Ze, then lowered his head to look at the Black Sword in his hand, showing a nostalgic expression as he gently stroked it, seemingly recalling the past.

However, he didn’t stroke for long before his hand stopped beneath the hilt of the sword. Uncertain, he felt it twice more, tilted his head for a glance, and finally lifted his head, looking at Zhang Ze with a strange expression.

"Never mind how my sword from back then ended up in your hands.

"You took it, fine, that’s actually not a big deal, but why did you engrave on my sword?"

Uncle Li handed the Black Sword to Zhang Ze, letting him see for himself.

Zhang Ze turned the blade over and looked at the character "Feng" engraved on the base of the hilt, feeling a bit awkward.

"This... let me tell you, it really has nothing to do with me; it was the Sect Leader and Brother Feng who did it."