Though the Soul Blade had a man's body, the voice that came from it was an exceedingly coquettish woman's.
Her voice was so seductive it seemed to seep into the bone, yet to Jiang Tian, it was more piercing than a cold wind.
Every hair on his body stood on end. A chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head, and his heart felt as if an invisible hand had seized it in a crushing grip, nearly making it burst.
At that moment, the red light in the vertical eye between the Soul Blade's brows had dimmed, like a dying lamp on the verge of going out.
His eyes had grown dull and lifeless as well, as empty as two dry wells, showing not the slightest flicker of emotion.
Yet his face was the complete opposite.
His expression had twisted to the extreme, anguish and struggle flashing across it by turns, as if he were enduring some unspeakable torture.
His four extra arms had retracted into his body. His remaining two hands clutched his chest tightly, fingernails digging deep into the flesh, as if he meant to tear the skin open and dig out whatever lay hidden within.
The sight set alarm bells blaring in Jiang Tian's mind. Cold sweat soaked through his clothes in the blink of an eye, and his heart leapt straight into his throat, pounding wildly as if it were about to jump out of his mouth.
He remembered clearly what those White Lotus Sect demonic cultivators had said at the center of the first secret realm: the Soul Blade was the Sect Master's puppet!
There was no time to think about why.
[All-Slashing] and the Heavenly Demon Blood Burning Technique were both about to expire.
[All-Slashing] was nothing