Given Lin Xuan's wealth of battle experience, it was naturally not hard for him to guess what the Fierce Ghost wanted to do from its expression. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of anger flashed across his face.
It wanted to destroy the azure fire? As if it would be that easy.
Lin Xuan gave a cold snort, his face dark. He flipped his left hand, and a short sword of ancient design appeared.
It was only a little over a foot long, its surface covered in cracks. This treasure was actually nothing more than a defective remnant.
Yet a vast, majestic pressure spread out from it, enveloping the entire plaza. Leaving aside the Fierce Ghost overhead for the moment, Nine-Infant's face finally revealed a grave look.
A Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure was rare even in the upper realms. Even broken, its power still could not be underestimated in the slightest.
"Ha!"
As Lin Xuan let out a soft shout, azure light flowed ceaselessly around his body. He poured in magic power, and fist-sized runes emerged one after another on the sword's blade.
They were profound and ancient, completely different from the runes of the Human World. Then those runes spun and flickered, burrowing into Lin Xuan's body as if alive.
His palm was wrapped in a layer of silver light, and when he poured magic power into the Broken Sword again, it seemed much more effortless.
Unlike when he had used this treasure in the past, after advancing to the rank of great cultivator, Lin Xuan had already comprehended the second layer of the Treasure-Controlling Formula. As the silver light withdrew, countless coin-sized scales actually appeared on Lin Xuan's hand, as though he had fused with the Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure.
Those scales were covered in countless fine patterns, like