1233 Battle

Ronron was safe with Whisker and his Immortal puppet. Not to mention, her master had most likely given her some life-saving treasures, so Alex had nothing to worry about.

Still, he needed to keep the fight focused on him so nobody had any funny ideas.

He reached into his storage ring and brought out the long box that immediately made everyone put on a serious face. The death and darkness aura that came from the Sword of Death was no small thing to these cultivators.

"Hey! You better not think of using that sword," Godslayer spoke in his mind. "I need every bit of the aura in that sword."

"Don't worry, it's only bait," Alex told him. Then, he looked at the crowd that was ready to hound on him for the sword.

"I will give this sword to anyone that can get their hands on it first," he said. The crowd was obviously a little skeptical, but they still slowly walked forward to get it.