Chapter 30: Sword of the Ancestor Flame

As the floors ascended.

The pressure on Zhao Huai gradually increased, and he could clearly feel that the sword intention above him became much stronger, so the original owners of these swords must be formidable existences.

"Can't handle it anymore?"

Old man Wang looked back, smiled faintly, his tone sarcastic, yet he seemed fine.

Zhao Huai closed his eyes, took a deep breath, the Eight-turn Golden Core revolved slightly, summoning the power of the blazing sun illusion. Sword qi leaped and emerged from his body, emitting a crimson glow, converging on his body's surface and forming a solid barrier.

He opened his eyes and said calmly:

"A man cannot admit that he can't handle it."

When old man Wang saw this, he muttered quietly:

"Eight-turn Golden Core... I see."

"It's quite interesting."

Old man Wang's eyes revealed an imperceptible smile.