"I'd thought I'd sensed some old friend. But things had changed, people had changed—and then I saw this damned thing."
Lord of Heavenly Slaughter shook his head, seeming regretful, yet also faintly intrigued. He bent down, drew Pan Ying from Ji Jue's hand, and said, "Let me borrow this!"
Pan Ying rang out, bursting with bloody light!
Waves surged.
Yet Lord of Heavenly Slaughter looked left, then right, frowning as he slapped his forehead, irritated and displeased, as though he could not recognize it or remember.
Until his eyes lit up slightly.
"So that's how it is. Mm, I remember now... I think this is how it's used."
He gripped the hilt in both hands, holding Pan Ying upside down as he slowly raised it... Then, arms extended one after another from his back, fingers spread wide as they seized the blade and clenched tight!
He let it slice through his palms, greedily swallowing and drinking, heedless of pain or corrosion. The smile on half his face gradually turned mad.
Like drawing a sword from its sheath, he violently pulled it free!
At that instant, the shrill scrape of metal rang throughout the entire New Spring, high and far-reaching. Pan Ying shuddered violently, as though roaring at the top of its lungs.
The blade that leapt free from the grasp and confinement of those countless hands actually shed its iron hue, turning into a dreamlike crimson.
Countless threads of blood-red light flowed like radiance, like flame, rising without end!
Ji Jue's expression changed at once upon sensing the anomaly.
Not because Pan Ying had slipped out of control, but because of the terrifying change occurring upon it—within mere moments, it had surpassed the tempering he had undergone over such a long time.
That unknown technique, that inexplicable catalysis, had temporarily