Liu Qing's Shock!!

Having lived for so many years, he had seen quite a few powerful experts and experienced many battles.

But this was the first time he had witnessed such a bizarre, terrifying method!

One move—just one move!

A Sea Clan expert at the Mid Fifth Grade had died just like that?

He had died so cleanly, so thoroughly, that even his corpse had been drained dry?

Liu Qing felt a chill shoot up his spine to the top of his head, every hair on his body standing on end.

"Collect."

Just then, a low voice rang out.

Following the sound, Liu Qing saw a black-robed figure slowly emerge from behind a nearby rock.

Before him floated a strange little blood-colored cauldron.

Ancient patterns of countless spirits offering sacrifices and surging seas of blood were carved upon its surface.

Blood mist coiled around its opening.

The blood flowing from Crab General's body was continuously being drawn into the little cauldron.

Liu Qing widened his eyes, trying to make out the cauldron's appearance.

But before he could see it clearly, the Black-Robed Man casually waved a hand and put the cauldron away.

"What grade of spirit weapon was that? A Hundred-Pattern? Or a Thousand-Pattern Spirit Weapon?"

Liu Qing stared fixedly in the direction where the cauldron had vanished, his eyes filled with shock and uncertainty.

The aura emitted by that blood-colored little cauldron was absolutely beyond comparison with ordinary spirit weapons!

Those ancient and profound patterns, that soul-shaking bloodlight, that faint yet oppressive pressure...

It was at least a Hundred-Pattern Spirit Weapon—perhaps even a legendary Thousand-Pattern Spirit Weapon!

If Qin Yan knew what Liu Qing was thinking right now, he would have laughed.

Hundred-Pattern? Thousand-Pattern?

Too narrow-minded.

That was a Supreme Spirit Weapon!

A genuine Supreme Spirit Weapon—one that would make countless mighty