The hunched old man released the snake pearl, but its murky yellow halo of miasma did not last even a moment. His grip loosened, and the Snake Staff flew straight into Su Che's hand.
"Ah!"
The hunched old man screamed and stared at his hands.
Countless tiny cuts had opened across skin like century-old bark. Blood poured from them.
And that was only the surface. Countless fine threads of sword intent were wandering through the meridians inside his body.
The Dingding Pivot?
Bullshit.
Where had this monster Bai Choufei come from?
Su Che caught the Snake Staff. The little one-horned snake seemed to sense something terrifying; none of its former ferocity remained.
It curled up obediently on the staff, looking small and helpless.
"Extreme-Cold Refined Steel. Nothing special about the refining method, but its aura is strange. You used blood refinement to nurture such an uncanny spirit, didn't you?"
Su Che was hardly an expert artifact refiner. He had merely used Creation Sword Intent and the Investigation of Things method to examine the Snake Staff's inner structure.
That little creature should have been of dragon blood, but the staff itself...
Su Che shook his head.
Someone had certainly put effort into it, and the ingenuity behind it was plain to see.
Nurture a spirit with blood, then command the spirit to make an artifact.
Though the refinement method had taken a sinister path and doomed the Snake Staff to limited growth, its power could not be underestimated.
What a pity.
Su Che extended a finger and slowly sliced forward.
The Startling-String Sword Finger returned to the martial world.
Creation Sword Intent dissolved into countless fine threads and swept over the entire staff like a soft rain at dusk. Then it erupted violently within.
Like the first thunderclap of early spring—crack!