My Waste Husband novel Chapter 1188

When the sword dissipated, Henry and Verrail looked at each other.

Verrail looked at the countless cracks in the ground in front of him with a look of approval in his eyes. "You deserve to be called Immortal Lu's disciple. With so little strength you can make such a move. However, how many moves can you make? You have to pay the corresponding price for whatever you do."

As Verrall spoke, he waved his arm again.

Henry did the same. He once again waved the purple divine light in his hand.

It was the collision of sword intent again. But this time, Henry's sword intent was not as strong as it was just now. It was directly suppressed by Verrall.

Looking at Henry again, the purple sword light in his hand had become much dimmer, and his seemingly real appearance had become illusory.

Henry quietly put away the broken sword in his hand.

It was just like what Verrall had said. That kind of move consumed a lot of Henry's energy, so he didn't use it several times.

The three people, including Branley, looked at the place where Henry's Sword Qi had passed, and then looked at each other. Their eyes were more or less dignified. They felt the aura of ancestral weapons in them.

The Sword Qi dissipated again. Everyone could see that the two swords had consumed a lot of Henry's energy.

"Senior Verrall." Gardiner quickly moved in front of Henry. "You said that your descendant of the Western Xia should be forgiven. Henry is the only descendant of Immortal Lu. You can't do anything to him."

"Immortal Lu? He's just a dead person!" Joselito said with contempt.

"Outrageous!" Soul shouted. "You can not slander Master Lu!"

"What's wrong?" Joselito raised his head and said, "Why can't I say anything about a dead man? Is it okay for this guy to be so arrogant just because of this dead man?"

"Young man, how dare you?!" Behind Henry, a man shouted loudly and directly rushed to Joselito. This man, also one of Justus's followers, showed up this time.

"How dare you?!" Verrall stood with his sword. "Do you think you can teach the young master of

Western Xia a lesson? Get out of here!"

Verrall struck out his sword again. This time, without the help of Henry's weapon, none of the people present could withstand Verrall's sword, which was from the Paramount Realm!

Branley stepped forward, put his arm behind his back, pinched the old cloth that covered his back, and was about to exert force.

"Wait." Cleve pressed on Branley's shoulder and shook his head at him. "It's yet the time for the ancestor weapons. Someone showed up."

As Cleve's voice fell, the sound of a bamboo flute, like a breeze, rang in everyone's ears.

The sound of the bamboo flute was very light, carrying with it a strange melody. Under this melody, the edge of Verrall's sword naturally dissipated.

Cleve looked towards the stone door at the entrance to the underground palace, mumbling, "It's been a long time since I've heard the sound of this bamboo flute. Sackcloth Visitor, a committed guard in front of an ice cave for the living dead on Mount Kunlun. After so many years, the sound of the bamboo flute once again rises. Could it be that the living dead of Mount Kunlun..."