After the seafood feast, Qin Sheng found an ancient city and gathered some information.
Just as he expected, many people were discussing the events in the Northern Sea. The Master of Eight Scenic Palace's prestige and infamy had both risen to new heights.
Wiping out an entire demon clan or exterminating a human family at the slightest disagreement—who would not be afraid after hearing that?
"I heard that the Nether Flood Dragon Tribe's Nether Dragon Halberd, the Blood Spirit Tribe's Blood Spirit Sword, and the Demon Soul Pearl—those three Saint Weapons were all suppressed by the Master of Eight Scenic Palace."
"A Great Ability suppressing three Saint Weapons sounds like a fantasy. As expected of the Sun Demon Lord."
"Fortunately, he cannot use those three Saint Weapons. They have instead become a burden upon him."
The fall of three Saint Weapons shocked countless people, but it also gave rise to other thoughts.
Only a Saint Weapon could suppress another Saint Weapon. Though the Master of Eight Scenic Palace had been unparalleled in that battle, his own Saint Weapon was likely unusable while suppressing the Demon Soul Pearl and the others.
The moment he relaxed his suppression of them, those three weapons would certainly strike back.
Did that not mean the Master of Eight Scenic Palace was in an unprecedented period of weakness?
Without a Saint Weapon, no matter how strong he was, he only possessed King-level combat strength. A single strike from a Sacred Artifact could take him away!
"They are right," Yi Qingwu said, her expression somewhat strange.
"But they could never imagine that you have so many things capable of suppressing Saint Weapons."
Thinking of how someone might eagerly come to take advantage of this man's supposed lack of Saint Weapons, hoping to strike him while he was