"A true Divine Weapon..."
Fang Mo breathed out the words, a feverish gleam flashing in his eyes.
"It's mine!"
He reached out, enveloped the Divine Weapon in a vast surge of power, and seized it.
The moment Fang Mo gripped the hilt, an ocean of sword Origin Power poured through his palm and into his body, resonating wildly with the Savage Ancient Dragon God Art within him.
The dragon-shaped pattern winding through the blade suddenly lit up, and a low dragon's roar rose from the sword.
The roar mingled with the sword's ringing. Wind and clouds surged across the sky as an overwhelming sword aura battered heaven and earth. The blade trembled, struggling to fly away.
"The Divine Weapon is turning on him! He's in trouble!"
"Excellent! He was arrogant enough to think he could control it. If it turns on him, we might still have a chance to turn this around!"
The Holy Realm cultivators watched the terrifying sword aura, their eyes bright with hope.
They had submitted only because they had no choice under crushing pressure. Now that the Divine Weapon might turn on Fang Mo, they were eager to see it happen, whatever he had done to bring the weapon into the world.
A Divine Weapon was no ordinary thing. If it turned on him, Fang Mo might not survive.
Just as Taixu and the others watched in anticipation, the phantom of the Ancestral Dragon slowly appeared behind Fang Mo. It raised its head and let out a heaven-shaking roar, its domineering presence surging across the world.
The enormous dragon head turned toward the Divine Weapon. Their vast powers answered each other across the distance, as though two ancient kings had met.
In the next instant, the sword's unruly intent quieted, and its power began to flow