Little Glasses reached up to push his glasses.

“It’s a bit far… hard to say…” he muttered. “But they don’t look like outsiders…”

Old Lu was also panting heavily, his fat belly rising and falling continuously. It seemed that strike just now had frightened him considerably.

“Zhang Shan…” Old Lu said. “You didn’t need to worry about me… I have an ‘Echo’…”

He scratched his forehead, which seemed to have been cut by something and was covered in bloody marks.

“I didn’t think that much about it,” Zhang Shan said. “Just saved you on reflex. Do you recognize those two people?”

Old Lu looked toward the two figures in the distance, then lowered his head as if recalling something, saying in a low voice, “That sword just now… could it be that kid? Little Han?”

“Han…?” Zhang Shan frowned. “Han what?”

“Tsk…” Old Lu scratched his face. “That writer who used to be in the same room as Little Qi. What was his name again?”

“What’s his ‘Echo’?” Zhang Shan felt somewhat puzzled. “I’ve never seen this kind of ability. ‘Sword Control’?”

Little Glasses shook his head at this moment. “‘Sword Control’—that name doesn’t sound like a type of ‘Echo’ at all. It’s simply like a skill from an immortal.”

“You two weren’t there at the time, but I saw it with my own eyes,” Old Lu said with lingering fear. “At that time, in a classroom, that Writer Han summoned a sword and chased Jin Yuanxun around, hacking at him. He almost killed him… Fortunately, someone of unknown identity suddenly intervened and saved Jin Yuanxun… At that time, I, Chu Tianqiu, Yun Yao, Li Xiangling—we were all there. We all saw it.”

“How strange,” Zhang Shan said. “What happened at that time? That person was Qi Xia’s teammate, yet he attacked Jin Yuanxun?”

“Ah! Damn it, don’t even get me started!” Old Lu showed a completely confused expression after hearing this. “It was so complicated at the time! Yun Yao wanted to make some Chen kid the leader of ‘Heaven’s Mouth,’ but somehow that Chen kid died, then a new Chen kid came out, and we were all bewildered. Then Chu Tianqiu went and said a few words to Little Han, and Little Han’s emotions suddenly became agitated, then an earthquake came, the house was about to collapse, Jin Yuanxun went up to stop him, the sword flew over, and then crash bang…”

Zhang Shan and Little Glasses stared at Old Lu. Although he had roughly said something, neither of them understood anything.

—

“Zhang Shan, what do you want to talk about…?” Little Glasses asked.

“Of course, to ask them the reason for doing this,” Zhang Shan looked at the two people a hundred meters away, then looked at the countless corpses lying between himself and them, his expression gradually darkening. “What reason do these two people have… to stand on ‘Heaven’s Mouth’s’ grounds continuously slaughtering our people? Was it that person called Qi Xia who ordered this?”

Han Yimo closed his eyes for a while, feeling his conviction was about ready, then suddenly opened his eyes wide. The flying sword above also seemed to sense something and began circling in the air.

“Please…” Han Yimo said. “Go… charge toward them…”

As a piercing dragon’s roar sounded, the body of the “Seven Black Swords” trembled and suddenly flew toward the three people in the distance.

Zhang Shan’s expression turned cold as he took a large step forward. “Old Lu, you protect Little Glasses!”

After hearing this, Old Lu immediately walked forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Shan, and Little Glasses also hid behind Old Lu at this moment.

The flying sword didn’t charge toward Zhang Shan but rather rushed rapidly toward the direction of Old Lu and Little Glasses.

Seeing this, Old Lu hurriedly closed his eyes and thrust out his chest. The black sword also stabbed fiercely toward his belly at this moment.

*Swoosh—*

With one sword strike, the sound that emerged was actually like tree branches scraping across leather.

A shallow bloody mark also appeared on Old Lu’s belly.

“Damn it…” Old Lu gritted his teeth. “For real! Even ‘Hardening’ can be cut through… damn it hurts…”

“Don’t let your guard down!” Zhang Shan shouted loudly.

The pitch-black sword was like a cunning hawk. After discovering Old Lu’s flesh was impregnable, it flew into the air, circled around, and searched for other angles.

Only then did the three realize that this sword’s target from the very beginning was Little Glasses.

“Damn.” Zhang Shan moved his arm. “The other side wants our lives, so we don’t need to hold back either.”

“What are you going to do…?”

“I want to win,” Zhang Shan said. “This is an offensive and defensive battle. Lose and die, win and live.”

*Clang!!*

A huge sound rang out. Zhang Shan took a deep breath, and before the black giant sword could make a move, he immediately leaped up from the ground and pounced toward it.

The giant sword’s body hesitated slightly in the air, then gave up on Little Glasses and turned to stab toward Zhang Shan’s abdomen instead.

Man and sword were extremely close, both rushing rapidly toward each other.

*Whoosh—!*

Seeing this giant sword that seemed like a living creature, Zhang Shan naturally didn’t dare be negligent. He hurriedly clasped his hands together, raised them high above his head, and just as the giant sword was about to stab toward his abdomen, he struck downward with fierce power like spiking a volleyball.

*Crash!*

His heavy fist struck precisely at the middle section of the giant sword, intercepting this attack. The powerful blow directly caused the giant sword to slap onto the ground like a falling iron sheet.

*Clang!*

After the giant sword hit the ground, like a fish out of water, it symbolically bounced on the ground a few times.

After Zhang Shan landed, without a word, he stepped on its blade with his foot, then reached his hand toward the hilt.

*Hum—*

The black giant sword seemed to have been offended. Bursts of dragon’s roars erupted from its body, and the blade also shook violently. Yet Zhang Shan still used irresistible divine strength to reach out and grasp the hilt.

Then with a shake of his hand, he lifted up this heavy sword weighing over a hundred pounds.

Even someone as strong as “Heaven’s Vigorous Movement” felt somewhat strained at this moment. Not only was this sword so heavy, but it was also like something with a life of its own, dancing wildly in his hand without stopping. If he loosened his grip even slightly, it would probably drill into the sky like a flying bird and never be caught again.

“Damn… this is really strange,” Zhang Shan said. “This sword seems to be alive… look at the patterns on it, so exquisite.”

Seeing this giant sword “tamed” by Zhang Shan, Old Lu and Little Glasses also boldly took a look.

This sword was pitch-black all over, with antique patterns on it, truly resembling a giant sword from martial arts novels.

Being surrounded and observed, the giant sword seemed insulted. Its entire body trembled, then it was about to fly into the sky. Zhang Shan secretly exerted force in his hands, only then preventing it from escaping his grip.

“Damn it…” Zhang Shan spat on the ground. “Killed so many people and still not behaving. Today let me properly cure your illness.”

With that, he gripped the hilt with both hands, raised it high above his head, then swung it fiercely toward the ground.

He didn’t use the blade to strike the ground but rather used the body of the sword.

*Crack!*

With a crisp sound, the black giant sword that had been like a living creature snapped in two in Zhang Shan’s hands.