He looked at Dao Xuan beside him, whose aged face was flushed red.
Jiang Chen understood that, never mind the younger generation, even these elders seemed to covet this Sword Talisman from the King of Reincarnation immensely.
He took it and hefted it, finding it quite heavy.
"The Sword Talisman is sealed inside here. Once the paper talisman on the box is torn off and a gap appears in the layers of seals, sword energy will leak out. You must use it shortly afterward."
"Its power depends on the person using it. At its weakest, it will equal a Great Grandmaster's strike. At its strongest... it's hard to imagine!"
Sun Zhengwen added another reminder.
In fact, the most precious part of a Sword Talisman was not the sword intent itself, but the means of sealing away a terrifying King-Level power.
The Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures consumed in the process were worth as much as a Supreme-Grade Magical Artifact.
This was also why the King of Reincarnation had not made more Sword Talismans to distribute to the Netherworld Messengers under him as trump cards.
Having received the item, Jiang Chen had no intention of chatting with the big shots. After a few pleasantries, he carried his hammer straight upstairs.
Mainly, the "bullets" had flown long enough.
It was time for him to reap the rewards.
On the sixteenth floor, the Netherworld Messengers trembled, helpless and despairing as they stared at the ghostly figures before them, their bodies covered in the word "death" and radiating terrifying auras.
Just then, the familiar sound of a hammer dragging along the floor came from the corridor.
A man appeared.
He chuckled cheerfully.
"Everyone's awake?"
"Good. You bunch of vile creatures! I told you to wake people up, not scare them. Get back here right