"Judging by the layout, the second floor of the Nether Demon Palace has seventy-two rooms. Each contains treasures, and their values vary."
Qin Hao's gaze fell on a room ahead to his left, and he murmured in surprise, "Huh? There's light at the entrance to that room. All the other rooms are concealed by restrictions, without so much as a glimmer."
"Only this room has light."
Qin Hao's eyes lit up, and he walked over without hesitation.
"Break!"
As soon as he approached, the force of a restriction bore down on him. His expression unchanged, Qin Hao struck it directly with his Wind-Rain Sword Domain.
In a mere instant, the room's restriction shattered.
Qin Hao immediately stepped inside.
"It's a suit of soft armor!"
The moment he entered the room, Qin Hao saw a suit of soft armor displayed right in the center.
The soft armor was pitch-black, with black dragons engraved on its front, back, and both sides.
A dragon's cry rang out...
The sound came from within the soft armor.
"This is..."
Qin Hao's heartbeat quickened, and he instinctively glanced down at the treasure sword in his hand.
This sword was one of the three spirit artifacts from the hall.
Two characters were engraved on it, giving its name: Setting Sun Sword.
Its blade was snow-white and gleamed with a cold light.
Ever since Qin Hao had obtained the Setting Sun Sword, it had been trying to break free of his restraints.
Yet now...
As though suppressed by some force, the Setting Sun Sword trembled, no longer daring to struggle.
A sharp gleam flashed through Qin Hao's eyes.
Anything that could provoke such a reaction from a spirit artifact was undoubtedly extraordinary.
"Could it be a true treasure?"
Qin Hao drew a breath.
Weapons were divided into four