Ye Shuran gave him a blank stare before he involuntarily dipped his head and he was immediately frightened to the point where his spirit nearly left his body… The purple sword in his hand that he had used to sever Ye Shi’s arm had been contaminated by some of those icy-blue flames… and even though it was only a small amount, it had already caused the entire tip of the sword to disappear as it began to swiftly spread downwards.
Ye Shuran’s hand began to tremble as his soul flew out of his body, but he did not immediately throw the sword away. This was because this purple sword was Ye Shuran’s beloved sword since it had accompanied him for more than three hundred years, and normally, he held it to be as precious as his own life. But in this moment of hesitation, the icy-blue flames had already engulfed most of the sword and raced towards his hand.