"No… impossible!"
Cao Qiu lowered his head and stared incredulously at the two swords embedded in his chest.
His own sword had been destroyed in the clash of the three swords. The two divine swords had thrust themselves into his body and were eroding his insides.
"Cough cough…"
He struggled and spit out a few mouthfuls of visceral blood. Suddenly, he thought he could see a human figure and immediately understood.
"This… is not… your power! You will face retribution for utilising these unorthodox objects. You will never… attain the highest level of sword dao…"
After Cao Qiu had spat out his curse, his eyes closed forever.
Once the Sword Sage, one of the most famous swordsmen in the world, Cao Qiu now lay dead on the floor. Nevertheless, he had faced his end bravely.
"The highest level of sword dao? Pooh!"