"Are you convinced now? Actually, I still prefer that unyielding look you had before."
Jiang Yan held Xie Zhi in his hand. It was a living divine weapon, and the thoughts it sent him now were nothing but ingratiation. It no longer showed the slightest desire to resist.
The greatest strength this divine weapon relied on was the evil power within it. But in its clash with Jiang Yan, this inherited weapon of the Huo Luo Clan had suddenly sensed something on him that was its natural enemy—its greatest bane.
So it had promptly admitted defeat. Otherwise, destruction would have been all that awaited it.
"Heavenly treasures belong to those with virtue. As it happens, I'm that virtuous person. Acknowledging me as your master is the wisest choice."
Jiang Yan switched the hilt to his left hand and applied a little pressure.
"You're a weapon forged from the Fire Dao itself. You shouldn't be so wicked and so utterly incongruous. That only drags down your level."
"Then let me help you undergo a transformation."
As he spoke, his left hand grew slightly warm. An indescribable force of suction settled over the blade. The divine weapon trembled violently, and one black tadpole-like rune after another streamed into his left hand, like long whales returning to the sea.
Jiang Yan used his innate ability to completely absorb the evil power from the sword. It was like having a little "dessert."
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
As the evil power vanished from Xie Zhi, the sword suddenly blazed with light. A mass of deep-red flame burst forth and spread in every direction.
For a moment, it seemed as if a red sun had risen in this stretch of deep space.
"No! What's happening? Why is our clan's divine weapon suppressing me?"
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