The demonic spirit laughed madly for a moment before finally stopping. "You actually said I am useless? How ignorant!"
The demonic spirit's tone carried some anger. He was the Billion Demonic Sword itself; Su Mo calling him useless was the same as calling the Billion Demonic Sword useless.
"Isn't that so?" Su Mo neither confirmed nor denied it. He now possessed nine Destined Spirit Swords, and the Billion Demonic Sword was of no use to him whatsoever.
Hmph!
The demonic spirit snorted coldly. "The power of the Billion Demonic Sword far exceeds your imagination. The reason it is so weak now is because I suffered grievous damage, causing the sword's power to be less than one-tenth of what it once was."
"Is that so?"
A faint smile curved Su Mo's lips as he asked, "Then how powerful was this sword at its peak?"
For divine weapons with artifact spirits, their strength generally depended on the strength of the artifact spirit.
Perhaps the Billion Demonic Sword truly had been formidable at its peak. After all, it was a treasure with an artifact spirit, surely far stronger than ordinary imperial weapons.
But Su Mo now had nine Destined Spirit Swords. Though their power was not yet heaven-defying, the longer they were nurtured in his Sea of Consciousness, the more powerful they would become.
Thus, Su Mo no longer attached much importance to the Billion Demonic Sword.
"At its peak?"
Hearing this, the demonic spirit fell silent, as if lost in memories.
After a short while, the demonic spirit spoke faintly. "At its peak, it was enough to slay a Martial Dao Great Emperor!"
"What?" Su Mo's heart jolted. Slay a Martial Dao Great Emperor? How could that be possible?
Su Mo found it hard to believe. Martial Dao Great Emperors were high-level