Thousands upon thousands of people watched Fan Lang's every move, and even more curious onlookers rushed over, all wanting to see whether he could subdue the notorious Peerless Sword Embryo.
Fan Lang passed through the passageway, which immediately sealed shut, lest the Peerless Sword Embryo's Evil Qi leak out.
Within layers of barriers, the Peerless Sword Embryo floated in midair, bound by chain after chain. Fan Lang's approach caught its attention, and the eyes covering it all turned toward him, revealing horrified gazes.
These eyes were all different, large and small, crooked and misshapen, scattered across every part of the sword embryo.
There were also mouths that spoke in human language. "Someone actually dares approach me? You're tired of living. Die!"
The Peerless Sword Embryo erupted with savage might, comparable to a primordial Demon God. A Purple Sword Light bloomed across its surface and slashed toward Fan Lang, an attack on the level of an Upper God.
Fan Lang raised Dragon Suppressing the Eight Desolations together with its scabbard and forcibly blocked the Purple Sword Light. A heaven-shaking, earth-rattling shockwave erupted, yet he did not budge an inch.
"Even under so many layers of suppression, you still possess such ferocity. Not bad." Fan Lang grinned.
"You know I've been suppressed. If you let me go, I could kill you with a single strike!" the Peerless Sword Embryo snarled.
"A sword embryo is merely an immature form. You aren't even a true sword, much less capable of killing me in one strike."
"Hahahaha! Isn't it because you fear me and dare not let me become a true sword? Release me. I don't need anyone's help—I can evolve into a sword through my own strength!"
"You may get that chance soon. I came to subdue you. Someone will soon remove your restraints