Wu Changkong scratched his head. "We shouldn't be that unlucky."
"Don't jinx it. Changkong, absorb it first," Shui Bing'er said.
"Alright."
Wu Changkong sat cross-legged before the Ice Jade Scorpion's corpse, his eyes gently closed as his breathing gradually slowed.
First, he drew in the surging Soul Power within him bit by bit, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea. His entire body resembled a sword slowly sliding back into its sheath.
Then, at a certain moment, he abruptly opened his eyes. With a gesture, he drew the pitch-black Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring from the Ice Jade Scorpion's corpse into his body.
Boom!
The instant the Soul Ring entered his body, Wu Changkong shuddered violently.
The resentment left behind by the Ice Jade Scorpion, mixed with biting cold, surged into his sea of consciousness like an icy current.
His face went several shades paler, and his brow furrowed deeply.
But he did not panic. He merely recited the words Sword Heart in his mind.
No matter how fierce the storm, his heart was the sword, and the sword was him.
Having lived two lives, he had long since carved sword intent into his bones.
Just as that tide of resentment crashed into the core of his mind, pure sword intent poured from within him.
It was the Sword Domain, formed from the fusion of pure sword intent and spiritual power.
There were no flashy moves. It simply struck straight ahead, slashing apart every wisp of resentment flooding into his sea of consciousness, along with all the illusions, cleanly and decisively.
Dugu Bo's expression suddenly changed.
Wu Changkong had clearly not summoned his Martial Soul, yet an incomparably sharp sword aura appeared out of nowhere in the air around him.
"Why is the sword aura this little monster is giving off