Reconciliation

Chen Cheng gripped the Sword of Kings. In his Pseudo-God State, he finally sensed the core of the divine sword.

It was a sword of rules embodying slaughter and sharpness at their extremes. The moment he touched its true core, a raging thirst for blood surged into his mind like a tidal wave.

This was a manifestation of rules. To wield the sword, he had to endure the mental influence of the Slaughter Rule.

Chen Cheng also discovered a special bloodline-sensing rule within the blade. No wonder he had been able to draw on some of its divine power back when he was only an ordinary Gold Rank warrior.

Now, though, he had reached the artifact's core and could unleash its full power. The price he had to bear rose with it.

And that price was imposed by the rules themselves. It was irreversible.

His mind was filled with the urge to kill. That urge kept devouring his reason, and whatever it consumed was gone for good.

Given enough time, the artifact in his hand would take complete control of his mind. He would become a monster that knew nothing but slaughter.

Someone who also cultivated the Dao of Slaughter, however, could wield the sword while largely offsetting that influence.

The Sword of Kings demanded a relatively small price. Many divine artifacts, when wielded by someone unsuited to them, simply killed their users on the spot.

Chen Cheng tightened his grip on the Sword of Kings. His eyes blazed red with the desire to kill as he leaped forward and swung at Song Dragon.

Song Dragon sensed that familiar killing intent and saw the sword in his hand. She immediately retreated, a flute appearing in her hand.

She brought it to her lips and played a melody that shook the