The Secret on the Ancestral Guardian Spirit

As the Corpse Ancestor wailed in despair, the Holy Sword ruthlessly cut off one of his arms. Blood flew everywhere, dyeing the sky red, revealing white bones. A stench instantly came. This sword did not take his life, but it really severely injured him.

"Who?" Ye Qiu stood in the sky with an ugly expression.

He had used the Holy Sword twice. If not for the Vermilion Bird Treasure Technique, his strength would have been exhausted.

This was Ye Qiu's first time trying to use the Holy Sword. He could already feel its power. It was terrifying, but at the same time, it consumed a lot of energy. With his current ability, he could only use three strikes at most.

One had to know that Ye Qiu was a peak-level Dao Sacrificial expert now. Even at this realm, he could only barely use three strikes. It could be seen how terrifying the power of Godslayer was.