The uncanny ingenuity of the evil weapon had been witnessed by all, leaving them utterly convinced.
Setting aside everything else, its ability to shift through countless forms and transform itself into weapons such as sabers, spears, swords, and halberds was already profound and wondrous. Calling it a divine evil weapon would not be wrong.
This meant it could meet the differing needs of any martial artist.
Anyone who obtained it, so long as they were proficient in a type of weapon, could greatly increase their strength with it.
There would be no situation where a saber wielder or swordsman found it useless.
Transformation was merely one of its abilities, and could not be called its greatest.
The evil weapon's boundless potential and sharp edge made everyone drool with desire.
So long as one mastered the evil weapon, one's combat power could soar. If one were ruthless enough to let the evil weapon enter the body, one's prospects on the martial path would be limitless.
Moreover, Commander Bai had been willing to abandon even the Divine Might Army, yet refused to let go of this thing. That alone showed its value.
Now, the evil weapon had revealed another ability: absorbing deadly poison, perhaps even neutralizing it. Its value had risen still higher.
It could only be said that this truly was a supreme treasure capable of setting off a catastrophe across the martial world.
It was only because this place was narrow, sealed off, and unknown to anyone that things remained quiet. Otherwise, the great clans, aristocratic families, gangs, and sects would have swarmed here, slaughtering without end for the sake of this supreme treasure.
Meng Zhao rubbed the Heavenly Evil Battle Casket with one hand. At this moment, he was confident that there was no longer any opponent, within or