Ye Tian had fallen into utter silence, while the other side was locked in a perilous battle.
Xuan Ming and the Water Soul Artifact were actually fighting to a standstill. Logically speaking, even if a soul artifact retained autonomous awareness after its master died, it should have weakened for a time. No one had ever seen one so formidable.
It seemed to be more than merely formidable. Once Gong Gong died, his eyes were not only filled with vitality and spiritual energy, but his power seemed to have grown even stronger.
It was as though he had been reborn in Gong Gong's place.
Di Jiang, who had been struck into the sea, came roaring back. Though that blow had not injured him, his inner heart remained violently restless. Ever since Qiang Liang had entered his sight, he had never known peace again.
"Die! Today, you will obediently return to your original soul artifact form!"
Di Jiang roared. The longsword in his hand erupted with terrifying power, sending the flood dragon howling and dodging without respite.
Xuan Ming had been reduced to supporting him from the side. When it came to madness, both of them were lunatics.
The flood dragon's black-glowing scales were badly shattered. Facing two peerless swords, it was clearly unable to hold its ground.
"At the end of the day, it is only a weapon."
Qiang Liang silently watched the distant battle nearing its end, then lowered his head to glance at the war drum in his hand, a touch of emotion in his voice.
"If one could become a saint and one's weapon gained sentience, then at the very least, two incarnations would not be able to do anything to it."
"But the road to sainthood is a hundred times harder. How do you know you will