At the thought of this, an unprecedented longing rose within Xiang Qing. His gaze upon the evil weapon burned with fervor.
Si Peng was almost thinking the same thing. Moreover, he understood why Su Hongtu had previously cut off his own arm, fed it to the evil weapon, then used the weapon to transform an arm and graft it onto himself.
Yet there was one point that made no sense. If Su Hongtu had succeeded, he should already have possessed a Grandmaster's martial dao. How could he have been so easily schemed against by Mo Li? Could a Grandmaster truly perish over something as insignificant as a handful of sand?
"This... Lu Yang, Su Hongtu's martial arts were profound, and he was nearly at the pinnacle of the Innate realm. Since he had already fused the evil weapon into his body, why did he still meet with disaster? Could it be that he had not yet become a Grandmaster at the time?"
Wei Hua was the one asking. The Five Holy Emissaries held an obsessive faith in Grandmasters. They believed that Grandmasters were powerful enough that they should never fall to mere schemes. Thus, he guessed that Su Hongtu had never broken through to the Grandmaster realm until the moment of his death.
Meng Zhao pressed the Heavenly Evil Battle Casket down with one hand, propping it atop the ritual altar. He nodded.
"Indeed. Su Hongtu forged the evil weapon and refined it into his body. He had come very close to success and gained the possibility of shattering the shackles of his own potential to advance into the Grandmaster realm. No—not merely a possibility, but an inevitability.
"As long as he had time to thoroughly comprehend the power he had grasped and combine it with his own Innate Martial