None Can Enslave My Will

"Godd*mn!" Xi Ang felt like he would shortly lose control. "Won't this human die?"

"He's willing to sacrifice himself for his son," Xi Han, who was next to him, explained this matter to him. She could clearly notice that Jiang Chen's Sword Realm's power was unceasingly rising, and it seemed like he was improving with every sword strike.

It was really the case. Jiang Chen was advancing by leaps and bounds in the Sword Scripture's cultivation, and he managed to quickly learn many of its moves. He had already reached the eighth sword move and learned it.

"Very good, as expected of my son." At this moment, Jiang Qingyu had already sobered completely and his flesh was burning like a piece of paper, and he would vanish shortly.

Jiang Chen was pained by such a sight and wanted to stop this, but he wasn't able to intervene.