Liu Yingxiu's flying sword was a Tier 2 spirit artifact.
A spirit sword possessed a spirit. Though its former master had already perished, and the sword soul painstakingly refined through countless days and nights had vanished with her, the inherent spirituality of the flying sword itself made it unwilling to submit to an enemy like Wang Chen.
It wanted to flee!
"Suppress!"
With Wang Chen's sharp shout, the Talismans pasted across the walls of the secret chamber lit up one after another.
At the same time, his hands moved like lightning as he slapped more than a dozen Sealing Talismans onto the flying sword in one breath, forcibly suppressing its unruly Sword Spirit.
This Tier 2 spirit artifact was actually sealed by him through sheer force.
Though it still floated in the air, it could not move even half an inch.
But Wang Chen knew this was only the beginning.
The flying sword was like a wild horse that had just broken free from its pen, yearning desperately for freedom.
To put the reins back on it without possessing overwhelming power—
He could only wear it down slowly.
He gripped the flying sword and sat cross-legged on the ground.
The Sword Finger of his right hand swept across the razor-sharp blade, immediately leaving behind a long streak of blood.
Blood sacrifice—the first step of refining a sword!
The spirit sword seemed to sense Wang Chen's intentions and trembled violently again, trying to struggle and resist.
But Wang Chen's left hand was like an iron clamp, locking tightly around the hilt.
The Sealing Talismans attached to the blade continuously released suppressive force, trapping the sliver of spirituality within the sword.
A Tier 2 spirit artifact was not, after all, a Tier 3 Magic Treasure. The spirituality within the sword was lively