Ye Chen listened closely to the dragon's roar in the air. He realized it was coming from the blade in his hand. He blew the dust off the sword, then held it beside his ear.
He heard it. It was as if an enraged soul inside the sword was roaring. The dragon's roar was not its usual majestic sound; it was full of anger and resentment, and even carried a trace of viciousness.
Ye Chen quickly lowered the sword. The moment he heard the sound clearly, an endless murderous intent suddenly welled up inside him, as if the sword had infected him with its emotions.
Ye Chen took a long look at the sword, then walked elsewhere. But his heart remained unsettled for a long time. The impact the sword had made on him was simply too great.
He had never expected to find such a blade in a mortal armory. The murderous intent and viciousness it carried exceeded his imagination, and he wasn't sure he could control it.
With no other choice, Ye Chen continued wandering through the armory. But no matter how many weapons he looked at, he couldn't stop thinking about that sword.
The sword had made such a deep impression on Ye Chen that he couldn't forget it. Though it might not be easy to control, he still couldn't stop thinking about it.
After all, people's desire for power was endless. Ye Chen needed a powerful weapon to deal with whatever might happen.
He knew that joining the Journey to the West would make the challenges along the way even harder. Although the Eighty-One Tribulations would remain unchanged, who could say whether a few demons stronger than those in the book might appear in the future?
Ye Chen returned to that corner and picked up the