The Immortal Slaying Saber was a Heavy Treasure of the Devil Race. Everyone believed it had been destroyed, but in truth, it had not.
"Immortal Slaying Saber! Tsk, tsk. I thought this treasure had been destroyed." Blood Ancestor clicked his tongue in amazement, his face full of disbelief.
Mo Yunzi wore a smug expression. "Heh. If it were so easy to destroy, it wouldn't be the Devil Race's treasured artifact. Only our race can bring out the Immortal Slaying Saber's full power. Even if it falls into someone else's hands, they won't be able to use much of its power—and they'll still be doomed."
"Is that so? I don't believe it." Blood Ancestor was unconvinced.
Mo Yunzi smiled confidently, flicked his sleeve, and sent the Immortal Slaying Saber flying to land before Blood Ancestor.
"Why not try it and see? Unless you're afraid to die!" Mo Yunzi's tone brimmed with confidence.
Blood Ancestor gave a soft snort. Houtian Demonic Artifacts were on the same level as Houtian Immortal Artifacts, and he had never owned one. If he had possessed a Houtian Immortal Artifact back then, how could he have been so miserably suppressed by True Lord Tian Xu?
A dazzling blood-red light welled up in Blood Ancestor's palm as he gripped the Immortal Slaying Saber.
He tried to pour his magic power into it, but the Immortal Slaying Saber did not react. To his horror, the blood in his body suddenly slipped out of his control and surged madly into the saber, turning its blade crimson.
He tried to let go, but the Immortal Slaying Saber seemed stuck to his hand. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't shake it loose.
Blood Ancestor's expression changed drastically. Blood-red light blazed across his body, and a large patch of blood-colored flames