Su Hongtu's heart tightened. He had never expected to hide it from everyone forever, but Xiang Qing's tone carried a different sort of implication.
It seemed that his Evil Weapon Limit Break had not yet reached full completion. And where had the other man learned of the Evil Weapon Limit Break?
For a moment, his mind was a whirl of dust, his thoughts tangled and chaotic. A chill rose within him, born from instinct and intuition's forewarning of danger. He feared he had been plotted against.
He had always found it strange. How had he obtained such a method so easily? And how had it happened to be such a coincidence that even a core, crucial item like the Flesh Tai Sui could be found as casually as roadside weeds?
Now it seemed someone had done this deliberately, setting a trap for him.
Though this realization had come in a flash of inspiration based solely on Xiang Qing's words, it made him take the matter more seriously than ever before.
Who had designed this scheme against him?
Yet in the next instant, the surging, unceasing power within him, the Evil Weapon fused with his bloodline, filled him with confidence once more.
He felt that such petty, sneaking tricks were utterly unfit for the stage and not worth investigating.
Whether he had been plotted against or not, this power was undeniably real. No one could take it away from him.
Even if there was a trap, he could simply use the martial strength he now possessed to crush it and smash through it, couldn't he?
The Evil Weapon was vicious and terrifying. Once left unchecked, it would surely bring about a vast calamity.
Yet now, it had formed a stable tacit understanding with him. Though they interfered with one another, neither