Whatever the reason, however, Ying Ming Hao's name had already become as thunderous as a clap beside the ear, rapidly spreading throughout the South Sea Continent. He became the leading topic of conversation over tea and after meals.
After all, everyone had witnessed Wang Zhu's beauty, enough to topple cities and kingdoms. She truly deserved her reputation as the Azure Blood Sect's foremost goddess. Although her cultivation fell a little short, her looks could make the moon hide and flowers blush, and were impossible to forget!
Yet now she had suffered such defilement at the hands of Ying Ming Hao, the Misty Sect's Heavenly Prodigy, in full view of everyone. What man would not relish discussing such explosive news?
It took more than ten minutes for the Burial Life Blade to finish absorbing the meteorite liquid. Its grade rose to mid-third grade, and it became sharper than ever. With a little more energy, its grade could climb even higher.
What was more, the beginnings of an artifact spirit seemed to have formed. It was still very fragile and needed vast quantities of heavenly treasures to nourish it. To make the artifact spirit grow faster, the blade would have to keep absorbing great quantities of fresh blood. Only then could the spirit flourish.
With the artifact spirit's assistance, the Burial Life Blade became even stronger. Ying Ming Hao increasingly felt like a tiger granted wings, as though he could effortlessly cleave all these Heaven's Chosen before him in two!
Ying Ming Hao hefted the Storage Ring in his hand. It was filled with all kinds of precious medicinal elixirs, along with women's cosmetics, clothes, intimate undergarments, stockings, shoes, and more.
The corner of Ying Ming Hao's mouth twitched slightly. In the end, he decided to return the Storage Ring. Wang