Divine Weapon, Demon Sword!
"Who on earth is it!"
"Who! Come out! Who's behind this!"
"The Emperor Artifact I just found had all its spirituality drained in the blink of an eye!"
"Who! Show yourself! What kind of hero skulks around like that!"
High above the Sea of Weapons, furious experts could occasionally be heard roaring at the sky. Their voices echoed throughout the entire Sea of Weapons, making martial artists of insufficient cultivation feel chills run down their spines, their faces filled with panic.
Ever since a month ago, the spirituality remaining in many of the weapons scattered throughout the Sea of Weapons had been flowing in one direction. Yet whenever many experts found that direction, they saw no one there—only mighty sword might and sword intent remained, inspiring terror at a mere glance.
Still, some experts had sensed from the lingering aura that someone was tempering a sword here. Though that sword was not yet a Divine Weapon, its power had already far surpassed that of ordinary Divine Weapons. They all speculated that if this weapon reached the Divine Weapon level, it would become the strongest killing weapon beneath a Dao Divine Weapon!
The culprit behind it all was now hiding in another brand-new region, continuing to help the Demon Sword absorb spirituality. His face was unusually excited, because he could feel that the Demon Sword was about to break through to the Divine Weapon level.
The Devouring Sword Soul activated, drawing in all the residual spirituality from the weapons in this region and pouring it into the Demon Sword. The Demon Sword trembled incessantly, its radiance blazing so brightly it was painful to look at. In that fleeting instant, as the brilliance flooded the area, a sword ray that reached the heavens and shook the earth shot