The Death of the Azure Lotus Sword Saint. "Hand it over!"
Fang Mo reached out and grabbed. The Azure Lotus Sword flew into his hand.
Qinglian staggered. His eyes brimmed with resentment, but he held himself back. If he tried to reclaim the sword, he would likely lose his life.
The moment Fang Mo took hold of it, he felt the immense sword intent contained within.
It was a truly intact Saint Weapon, far stronger than those broken ones. It surpassed even Aruos's Bone Saber. Its Holy Realm Origin Power was dense enough to magnify its might enormously.
Holy Realm power surged into the Azure Lotus Sword. It rang and trembled as azure energy rippled across its blade. Sword Qi shot forth, and the formidable might of a Saint Weapon surged around it.
Suddenly, the Azure Lotus Sword shook. Violent energy burst out as the Saint Weapon struggled fiercely, as though trying to escape Fang Mo's grasp.
Its powerful Saint Weapon energy tried to wrench his hand away.
"Insolent! You dare resist me?" Fang Mo's eyes turned cold. The Ancestral Dragon appeared behind him, and immense Qi and Blood Power erupted from his body. He looked like an ancient demon god.
That overwhelming force bore down and suppressed the Saint Weapon outright.
The weapon was like a flood dragon pinned beneath an enormous mountain range. It struggled to break free, but could not budge.
"Master, please show mercy! The Azure Lotus Sword is merely accustomed to my presence!" the Azure Lotus Sword Saint explained urgently, his eyes fixed on the weapon with undisguised worry.
"Hmph!"
Fang Mo gave a cold snort. The Azure Lotus Sword Saint shuddered and stumbled backward as if struck by a heavy blow. He spat blood, his face turning paler still.
The others watched, but no