"System, enhance."
A million ghost energy was spent, and the Voidless Flame burned. Gradually, the Iron Little Sword in Jiang Chen's hand, which had lost every trace of its aura, actually began to develop a hint of sharpness again.
Tie Zhu and the Evil Self froze in unison, their hair instinctively standing on end.
They sensed exactly the same terrifying danger as when Zhao Qingcheng had attacked earlier, and it was still growing bit by bit, becoming increasingly alarming.
"What's... happening?"
The Evil Self spoke instinctively.
"Don't be scared, Second Uncle. My dad's so capable that nothing he does should surprise you. Have you seen the ghost in that hammer? I'll let you in on a secret-that thing's called a Yin God Puppet!"
Tie Zhu spoke with an air of mystery.
The Evil Self couldn't help widening his eyes at that.
Yin God!
Big Brother even had connections like that?
"Second Uncle, let's move farther away. My dad's temper isn't as good as it looks. If he fails to repair this thing, he might blame us for standing too close and affecting his performance."
Tie Zhu spoke again, and the Evil Self and the Flood Dragon retreated a thousand meters to watch.
What followed left their minds buzzing with shock.
After ten breaths, that wisp of sword intent had grown as powerful as when Zhao Qingcheng had unleashed it earlier, but it hadn't stopped growing. It was still continuing!
Gradually, the air within a thousand meters filled with powerful sword qi, and the faint ringing made their scalps crawl.
The instant Tie Zhu heard that sound, even he, an Eight-Step King, felt the chilling terror of his life hanging by a thread.
"Holy mother! What is my dad doing? Repairing this thing wasn't enough-he went and refined it to make