- The Sword Tomb of a Thousand Blades, everyone believes it to be an abandoned tomb of swords, but it is not true.

　　The legendary divine weapon, the Longming Sword, is hidden amongst the thousand swords, covered in dust like a pearl.

　　As the name suggests, the cave is filled with thousands of tilted iron swords that seem to pay homage to a monarch.

　　"With so many swords, how do we find it?" I lifted my leg and urinated, there was no choice, I couldn't resist marking my territory like a dog.

　　Suddenly, the sword beneath my feet turned red all over, and the surrounding swords began to tremble violently as if they had been greatly insulted.

　　I looked around, but nowhere did it say that I couldn't pee here.

　　"Swish," swords flew out one after another, their tips seemingly aimed at something.

　　I, with a vigilant dog face, felt that something was wrong! Something was wrong! "Mu Ye, save me!" I barked and ran towards Mu Ye.

　　Wasn't the sword pointing at me? "Stupid dog." Mu Ye gritted his teeth, holding me in his arms, swiftly dodging the iron swords that kept attacking us.

　　These iron swords were being manipulated by something, and if this continued, we would surely be exhausted.

　　With a cold look in my eyes, I bit Mu Ye's finger, causing him pain.

　　He let go of me, and I rolled on the ground.

　　Immediately, the swords that were chasing Mu Ye changed their direction and came towards me.

　　I opened my mouth and bit the sword that I had marked as my territory earlier.

　　The surrounding swords seemed to be immobilized, then fell one by one.

　　And under my mouth, cracks began to appear on the rusty exterior of the sword, with strands of golden light breaking through from inside.

　　The contract was successful.

　　Just as we were about to leave, a group of people in white suddenly appeared, blocking our way: "Mu Ye, you were originally the senior brother of my Nine Ghost Sect, but who would have thought that you fell into darkness, causing us senior brothers to lose face.

　　Now, we will clean up our sect." The leader spoke while greedily eyeing the Dragon Cry Sword in Mu Ye's hand.

　　Once a divine weapon recognizes its master, either the sword is destroyed or a person dies.

　　These shameless people clearly wanted to kill Mu Ye and seize the Dragon Cry Sword for themselves.

　　The newcomers were all lethal fighters, while Mu Ye was only defending.

　　"Fight back, Mu Ye! This way, you're just waiting to die," I anxiously urged.

　　Could it be that I encountered a self-righteous hero? The crucial point is, don't drag me down with you.

　　If Mu Ye dies, I, a dog who has gone mad, wouldn't dare to imagine it.

　　"Noisy." I don't know who cast a spell, but it struck my dog's belly, and I fell to the ground, feeling pain all over my limbs and body.

　　They are so merciless even towards a small dog, truly shameless.

　　Finally, Mu Ye fought back.

　　His own cultivation was already high, and with the power of the Dragon Cry Sword, he easily defeated those fancy martial arts moves.

　　So cool.

　　Before I closed my eyes, I saw Mu Ye running towards me.