"Yes, my lord. This is the true Great Death Fire."
"After being worn away by the Burial Cultivators over countless ages, only this much power remains."
Lahr kept his head lowered, his voice respectful and his manner humble.
Brother Yu ignored him and instead turned his gaze to the Deathflame Sword.
The Deathflame Sword naturally knew he was seeking confirmation. Having acquired Dead Fire Power once more, it gave an affirmative answer. "This is indeed the true Great Death Fire."
Hearing this, Brother Yu did not immediately deal with the Great Death Fire. Instead, he asked Lahr another question.
"You said earlier that The End's insect-men came here."
"If so, why didn't they take the Great Death Fire?"
"And did they give you something that could counter the sword in my hand?"
Brother Yu remained wary. He felt this might be another layer of Lahr's scheme.
Thinking of The End's previous actions, Lahr might well have kept fragments of ancient scrolls containing Life Origin.
"No, my lord. I swear on my life that they gave me nothing. It's only—because I am a Burial Cultivator myself, I possess certain secret techniques of the great tombs and can—try to seize the sword in your hand—"
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"As for why they didn't take the Great Death Fire—I have no idea. I don't know much about them either, my lord."
Hearing Brother Yu's words, Lahr swallowed and hurriedly explained.
First, he made clear that he was hiding nothing. Second, he subtly indicated that he possessed unique secret techniques and still had some value in staying alive.
"Use me to touch the Great Death Fire," the Deathflame Sword said at that moment. "I will find the answer."
Brother Yu glanced at Lahr before him.
Then, amid the man's horrified expression, he acted decisively, cutting off