The blade restored itself.
Qianyi's body squirmed.
Yet at this moment, apart from the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword, no being dared underestimate this strange little swordsman anymore.
As for the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword, it was currently demonstrating what it meant to prostrate oneself in utter submission.
Of course, for the Evil Spirit Sword, that posture was rather abstract, but everyone present, every undead creature, could feel its heartfelt sincerity.
Including Su Ping. And so, Su Ping believed it.
He looked at the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword and the countless beings within the black mist. His voice spread through ripples of Mental Strength as he finally said:
"Enough. I've proven my strength. And everyone, I'm not negotiating with you. The Heavenly Tomb is already entirely under my control.
"If I wish, I can temporarily sever the connection between the Heavenly Tomb and the Soul Furnace. The same goes for its self-contained energy cycle. After some time, the undead energy in the Heavenly Tomb will dissipate completely.
"Forget bargaining-you'll have trouble even prancing around on land that has belonged to our Dragon Nation since ancient times.
"I said what I did earlier simply to give you a chance, and to give the Dragon Nation another trial ground."
As his words fell, another voice slowly emerged from the endless black mist:
"Human, don't speak so confidently. Do you even know what this place is? If you had that kind of ability..."
Su Ping could not be bothered to hear the rest. He truly could not be bothered to keep wrangling with these things.
The Saint Spirit Tier had once been beyond his reach. With this breakthrough and Qianyi's evolution, it no longer amounted to much.
Quite a few of these things would indeed refuse to shed a tear until they saw their