The Power of Family!

The Power of Family! Su Ming's voice was not loud, but every word rang clear.

"Let me use it for a while. Once I'm done, I'll leave."

The middle-aged man's expression changed.

It was not anger. It was fear.

He instinctively took a step back, his thumb pushing the blade a few more inches free. The black light on the blade flashed for an instant.

The four people behind him also tightened their grips on their weapons at the same time, like five startled cats, ready to pounce and bite at any moment.

"How do you know about the Chaos Spring Eye? Who told you? Who are you?"

The middle-aged man asked three questions in a row, his voice growing more and more urgent, as if he were trying to cover up some unspeakable secret.

Su Ming looked at him and fell silent for a moment.

He knew why the other party was nervous.

The Chaos Spring Eye was the foundation of this city, the guarantee that had allowed them to survive here for ten thousand years.

If an outsider suddenly appeared here and opened his mouth by asking to borrow the Chaos Spring Eye, he would be nervous too.

Su Ming removed the Dingjun Sword from his waist, held it in both hands, and placed it in front of him.

The sword tip faced downward, the hilt upward. This was a posture that showed he bore no hostility.

Then he spoke, his voice very calm.

"Human Emperor Successor, Su Ming."

The middle-aged man's gaze fell on the Dingjun Sword, on the fine cracks covering its scabbard.

His pupils suddenly shrank, and the movement of his hand froze for an instant.

His lips trembled slightly, and his breathing grew rapid.

He recognized this sword.

Not because he had seen it