Mysterious Short Spear

"Congratulations, Lord Sean." Breler was also overjoyed.

Sean glanced at Breler, then waved his right hand. A ring appeared and was passed to Breler through divine power. "This is the reward I promised you before. In a moment, I'll teach you how to refine this Soul Defense Divine Artifact."

Soul Defense Divine Artifacts could only be crafted by supreme experts in soul-related matters. To most people, they were immensely valuable, perhaps even no less valuable than Sovereign's Might.

But to someone capable of crafting one, it merely cost the time equivalent to the lifespan of a Sky-Shading Great Emperor.

"Thank you." Breler was ecstatic as he accepted the ring.

He belonged to a special race. Once transformed, his body could withstand the physical attacks of a Seven-Star Demon, but his soul was far too weak. Any formidable Highgod could threaten him, especially in the Netherworld, where God-level experts with great soul attainments were everywhere.

"The method for binding this Soul Defense Divine Artifact is..." Sean continued, explaining it to him.

Under Sean's guidance, Breler successfully bound the Soul Defense Divine Artifact. Sean reminded him, "Breler, Soul Defense Divine Artifacts are like physical defense divine artifacts. They weaken after being attacked by powerful experts. The one I gave you can probably withstand three Soul Attacks from an ordinary Seven-Star Demon."

"Three times is already very good." Breler remained delighted. Under normal circumstances, how could one so easily encounter a Seven-Star Demon?

Sean asked again, "Where are you planning to go next?"

After thinking for a moment, Breler said, "I have no plans. I just want to find a safe place to study Magic Arrays."

"Then stay with me. There are more than ten Seven-Star Demon-level experts on Black Wind Mountain." Sean continued, "As long as it isn't a Prefect Lord-level expert, you'll basically be safe. If you need any materials, just have them buy them from nearby Mo Yuan City."

"Alright." Breler knew he had no way to refuse the request of a supreme expert.

Still, he was deeply horrified. Sean had planted Soul Seeds in more than a dozen Seven-Star Demons. How terrifying was that?

After settling the Magic Array Grandmaster down, Sean left Black Wind Mountain once more. He needed to seek out more wealth so that he could continue extracting Sovereign's Might. Though sixteen drops seemed like a lot now, time was endless. Other than Lord God descendants like Leis Jing, he had never seen a Lord God Emissary complain about having too much.

After flying ten million li, he suddenly sensed enormous energy fluctuations in the distance.

"Sovereign's Might?" Sean looked in a certain direction. At the same time, the Soul Pearl deep within his soul suddenly emitted a wave of energy.

"The Soul Pearl reacted too?"

Sean was greatly shocked. In countless years, this was the first time. He had always wanted to know what exactly the Soul Pearl was, but after studying it for a long time, he had found no clues whatsoever. He only knew that the thing was indestructible, yet there was actually a crack on its surface. He had no idea how it had gotten there.

Of course, that indestructibility might have been somewhat exaggerated, because he had no Offensive Lord God Artifact and thus had no way to test whether a Sovereign Artifact could damage the Soul Pearl itself.

But judging from its soul-related characteristics, it was definitely a treasure far surpassing the level of a Sovereign Artifact.

"My lord, what is it?" someone behind him asked.

Sean looked back, then said, "There's a battle ahead. Someone has used Sovereign's Might. Let's go take a look."

At his side were always around a dozen Seven-Star Demons who had been planted with Soul Seeds. It was often very convenient to have them handle matters for him.

When outside, Sean did not permit them to call him Master. They had to address him as My Lord, or sometimes Sir. After all, nearly every Seven-Star Demon in the Netherworld was well-known. If they all called him Master, it would attract far too much attention.

"Sovereign's Might?" Envy appeared in the eyes of the dozen or so Seven-Star Demons.

Although they had been planted with Soul Seeds, aside from being absolutely loyal to their master, they were otherwise normal. As Seven-Star Demons, every one of them had dreamed of obtaining a drop of Sovereign's Might. Even if they did not use it, it could intimidate enemies or save their lives at a critical moment.

"Let's go take a look together," Sean said.

If it had only been Sovereign's Might, he might not have joined in the excitement. But the Soul Pearl had reacted, so he had to investigate.

Along the way, Sean did not release the powerful divine sense granted by his Three-element Soul Mutation. Before Sovereign's Might, it would be detected. If he had not used Sovereign's Might yet possessed such powerful divine sense, the other side might very well guess that he was a soul mutant. After all, those who possessed Sovereign's Might were generally peak experts of the Netherworld.

The group soon reached a valley. In the sky tens of thousands of meters ahead, quite a few God-level experts had gathered, though only two people were fighting at the center.

One was enveloped in blue-green water-type Sovereign's Might and was attacking his opponent with all his strength. The other was strange: he held an odd Short Spear in his hand, yet its power was immense. With each swing, it tore apart the space of the Netherworld, exposing multicolored Space Turbulence. Yet this person was not using Sovereign's Might.

To fight someone using Sovereign's Might to a draw without using any himself could only mean that there was a vast disparity between them in their own strength—or that the weapon in his hand was responsible.

"Is that a Sovereign Artifact?" Sean had his suspicions, but he was not certain.

He could sense that the reason the Soul Pearl was trembling with energy was the Short Spear in that man's hand. Something with such power was most likely a Sovereign Artifact. But if he had a Sovereign Artifact, why did he not have Sovereign's Might?

Everything was puzzling, but Sean had not released his divine sense and could not probe them. He could only watch from afar.

"My lord, that expert using the Destruction Rule is called Nasser. He is a Seven-Star Demon who cultivates the Destruction Rule." A Seven-Star Demon with a Soul Seed behind him transmitted mentally, "But he should be living in a tribe he established ten million li away. Why is he here?"

"Nasser?" Sean nodded. He had heard the name before. "It seems he is being besieged by many people. But they actually used Sovereign's Might to deal with him. Who did he offend? Do you recognize the person using Sovereign's Might and those around him?"

"No." The others all replied through mental transmission.

"From the looks of that water-type expert, he has probably fused three profound mysteries as well." Sean frowned. "Yet even after using Sovereign's Might, he can't do anything to a Seven-Star Demon who hasn't used Sovereign's Might. That's rather strange, isn't it?"

Even if Nasser held a Sovereign Artifact, it could only attack or defend against physical attacks. It was useless against Soul Attacks. No matter what, he should not have lasted this long—unless the other side deliberately did not want to kill him and only wanted to capture him alive.

"Nasser, hand over the Sovereign Artifact in your hand and release the binding. I'll spare your life." The water-type expert using water-type Sovereign's Might roared furiously.

Nasser burst into laughter. "Keep dreaming, Buweit. Even if I die, I'll toss it into the Space Turbulence before I do. If you have the ability, go beg the Lord God to retrieve it."

"You're courting death." The water-type expert, Buweit, turned livid. He opened his mouth, green light flashed from his eyes, and an azure dragon phantom appeared behind him.

"This move again." Nasser's expression changed drastically, and he immediately retreated. The surrounding God-level experts swiftly closed in as well, but with a flick of his wrist, a large amount of pitch-black energy burst from the Short Spear. The people who approached instantly stiffened and all came to a halt.

But no matter how fast he was, he was still affected. The Innate Divine Ability, Dragon's Roar, had already arrived. Nasser immediately raised the Short Spear before him. The Innate Divine Ability struck the spear directly, causing time around him to suddenly slow.

Buweit rushed forward as well, swinging a battle blade directly at Nasser's chest. He clearly did not intend to kill him.

Though Nasser had been immobilized by Dragon's Roar, the Short Spear in his hand immediately released even stronger pitch-black energy. The moment Buweit approached, he felt intense pain in his soul. Though it was not fatal, he did not dare gamble and hurriedly retreated again.

"The previous owner of this Sovereign Artifact must have been a top expert of the Destruction Rule. There's such powerful baleful energy within this divine spear." Buweit's face was grim, and jealousy surged in his heart. This Nasser has absurdly good Luck. He actually picked up such a powerful Sovereign Artifact.

But once I seize it, that Sovereign Artifact will be mine.

In that brief span of time, Nasser had already recovered from Dragon's Roar. His fear grew even deeper. If this continued, he would undoubtedly die.

Then he spotted what seemed to be more than a dozen people watching the battle in the distance, so he immediately charged toward them.

"Trying to run? Hmph!" Buweit was not worried in the slightest. He had Sovereign's Might. In terms of speed, Nasser, despite having a Sovereign Artifact, was no match for him.

"Dragon's Roar... someone from the Four Divine Beasts Family?" The moment Sean saw the Innate Divine Ability, he frowned and transmitted mentally, "Leave."

The Four Divine Beasts Family was the most overbearing and shameless family in the entire God Plane. In many cases, they were clearly the ones who provoked other families first, yet if those families resisted even slightly, they might be exterminated or subjected to extreme humiliation.

Although Sean was a lone wanderer, he had no desire to provoke this family. Under normal circumstances, he would avoid them whenever possible.

However, in that brief moment, Nasser, who had been surrounded and attacked, forcibly carved a path out with the pitch-black baleful energy released by the Short Spear and charged straight toward Sean's group.

"Diverting trouble onto others?" Sean looked at the incoming Nasser, and a trace of killing intent rose within him.

At the same time, the closer Nasser came, the more agitated the Soul Pearl within Sean became. An overwhelming desire made Sean desperately want to obtain that Short Spear.