Qu Jianlei had not forcibly sacrificially refined Broken Blade, so by rights its effectiveness would be a little worse... even much worse, and he could not wield it as if it were an extension of his own arm.
But if he truly made up his mind, Broken Blade could not possibly disobey—at the very least, it had to earn back its redemption fee first, right?
The key was that a Divine Weapon had a spirit. Did it really think its keen perception could not sense the other party's possible intent?
Back then, when even Qu Jianlei had not discovered the potential threat, it had been able to fly out of the Abode on its own to give warning.
It was just that this nasty little temper... was far too hard to control, preferring to break rather than bend, unwilling to lose the dignity of a Divine Weapon!
Under Qu Jianlei's persistent summons, after trembling in midair for a while, the long blade traced a broad curve and finally returned.
Every True Venerable present, without exception, could sense its intense unwillingness!
"That's better," Han Li said, shaking his head without saying anything more. He understood Little Qu's temperament far too well.
Qu Jianlei put away the long blade and looked calmly at the ball of light ahead. "Great Venerable Xuan Yi, wasn't that a bit much?"
"This is combat. Anything goes," True Venerable Xuan Yi replied disapprovingly.
He understood why the other party was angry, but he considered it nothing more than tactics. "Do not let anger sway your emotions."
"I am not angry, just a little contemptuous," Qu Jianlei replied without a change in expression.
"Now I only want to ask one thing. True Venerable Xuan Yi, do you have a defensive Spirit Treasure?"
"A Spirit Treasure... is far too