The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

"Old Mo, don't you want to take a look at your hair?"

Huang Shaotian said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Mo Qian looked at the knife in his hand.

Upon closer inspection, Dao Ling felt somewhat embarrassed, because the black-haired Mo Qian and the white-haired Mo Qian had different styles, with the black hair appearing quite imposing.

"Ok??"

Mo Qian was surprised to find that his hair had turned black again. He thought about how he had just gained life force from the knife.

"You weren't behind this, were you?"

Mo Qian jokingly asked the knife in his hand, then seemed to think it was a bit strange to talk to a knife, and shook his head.

"Is there a problem? Aren't black hair and white hair the same?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Yunxiu and Su Mucheng were the first to disagree, saying that it was clearly different.
"It's completely different."

Chu Yunxiu and Su Mucheng stared at Mo Qian's hair with shining eyes. This hairstyle was probably created by the sword spirit. Mo Qian having this sword was equivalent to having a hairstylist who could adjust his hairstyle at any time.

The god-level hairstylist, Dao Ling, looked at his work and nodded with great satisfaction.
The sword spirit controls Mo Qian's hair by channeling different life force into each strand. The sword spirit has had many masters and has absorbed hundreds, if not thousands, of life force. This amount of life force is just a drop in the ocean.

"That's it?"

Mo Qian looked at the demon on the second floor; it didn't seem too difficult.

Mo Qian hadn't noticed the scene of Huang Shaotian fighting the demon, otherwise Mo Qian definitely wouldn't have said that.

"Yes, Lao Mo, your perception has indeed declined too much."

Yu Wenzhou knew that Huang Shaotian had indeed gone through great hardships to defeat a demon, but Mo Qian had not sensed it, which meant that Mo Qian's five senses had indeed declined to a certain extent.

"Continue or go back?"

Mo Qian looked at Yu Wenzhou, and the oppressive aura emanating from Mo Qian's black hair returned.

"Let's go up, we haven't used up much energy anyway."

"But what I'm curious about is, Lao Mo, weren't you almost completely exhausted just now?"

Yu Wenzhou's question was direct and crucial, but Mo Qian couldn't answer it for the time being, because even Mo Qian himself hadn't figured out what was going on with him.

Why his sword suddenly supplied him with life force after the battle ended—whether it was because his strength was exhausted or for some other reason—Mo Qian had no idea.

Mo Qian actually had a guess, but he himself felt that the guess was too outrageous, so he thought that it might just be a characteristic of the knife.

Mo Qian was wondering if there was a soul within this demonic sword, and if that soul was the one who had helped him.

"I don't know either, but right now, my condition is unexpectedly good."

Mo Qian checked his body and found that his strength had fully recovered.

One thing is true: the sword spirit will indeed transfer life force to Mo Qian when he is exhausted. This is because the sword spirit genuinely likes this somewhat handsome master.

Dao Ling could see that Mo Qian's heart was extremely pure, and he had even awakened the talent of double pupils. Such a person was destined to become a king. Dao Ling was willing to do his best at this time. However, Dao Ling hoped that Mo Qian would not be frightened when he appeared in front of him.

The sword spirit doesn't need to worry about this at all. Because the sword spirit has lived in this demon sword for so long, its skin is incredibly fair, its face is delicate, and its snow-white hair hangs down in the demon sword's space. The sword spirit has lived in this lonely space for over a thousand years.

"I wonder how far your wind can blow?"

Yao Dao was not unaware of Qiongqi, a soul genius who was a rare talent, dominating the first ten levels of power. Although he was no longer as strong after the tenth level, this did not mean anything. It did not mean that Qiongqi's strength was weak. On the contrary, it was precisely because Qiongqi was so strong that he could not survive after the tenth level.

One can only imagine what the scene would be like after the tenth floor.

"Alright, let's continue then! Let's go! Maybe we can take down this tower today!"

Huang Shaotian said excitedly. Others didn't know where Huang Shaotian's confidence came from, but Yu Wenzhou knew that Huang Shaotian was so confident because of Mo Qian's existence.

Huang Shaotian had been following in Mo Qian's footsteps. When Qianqian's soul disappeared, he saw Mo Qian's aura completely vanish. Huang Shaotian must have been one of the most heartbroken people, as he couldn't bear to see Mo Qian so dejected.

However, Huang Shaotian had never been in a relationship before, and he didn't know how devastating a breakup could be for someone who had given their heart.

"Third floor, here we come."

Huang Shaotian was the first to push open the door on the third floor, and then he was swallowed up.

Go in.

I went.

The.

Yu Wenzhou stared wide-eyed as he watched Huang Shaotian being swallowed by the python that suddenly appeared after the door opened!

"Shaotian!"

The most anxious was Yu Wenzhou. He rushed in impatiently, coldly watching the python swallow Huang Shaotian, and unleashed his strongest burst of soul power.

"Soul Avatar - Treasure Gathering!"

Yu Wenzhou separated all the soul clones he could currently create, then gathered them together and charged towards the python!
"Boom!"

The enormous explosion nearly blew the building apart! Smoke and dust billowed everywhere—

As expected, following the rule that smoke doesn't cause harm, the python unfolded its body. It turned out that the python had just coiled itself up, and Yu Wenzhou's soul explosion had only damaged the python's outer skin.

After unleashing his ultimate move, Yu Wenzhou's face was ashen; the feeling of his soul being drained was truly unbearable.

"Old Yu! Watch out!"

The python was incredibly fast. Ye Xiu didn't know how it did it. It had already withstood Yu Wenzhou's soul explosion, yet it was still as fast as a snake that hadn't been hurt!
Ye Xiu couldn't react in time. At most, he could only give Yu Wenzhou a reminder, but his body couldn't keep up.

Yu Wenzhou looked at the python's gaping maw in front of him, then closed his eyes.

"At least, it's with Shaotian."

Just as Yu Wenzhou was ready, the python suddenly retreated, for reasons unknown.

"Oh? You dodged it?"

Mo Qian flicked the demon sword in his hand, scattering the green blood clinging to it onto the ground. (End of Chapter)