This is a weapon that is already shocking enough in appearance. The gold and red color scheme gives it a sense of heaviness and also gives it endless killing intent. Anyone can see that this is a brutal weapon of slaughter.
Its length is quite long, reaching 2.4 meters, which means that to use it, one needs not only great strength but also superb skills; otherwise, one will be the first to get hurt.
The weapon lay there quietly, yet it had already captivated the hearts of the three men present. Qi Ling was about to reach for it when Cao Yang snatched it away before he could.
" Qi Ling, you promised us before that you would give us this Demonic Weapon first when it appeared. Only if we couldn't gain Demonic Weapon approval would you try to control Demonic Weapon. Do you keep your word?" Cao Yang said, stopping Qi Ling.
This time, even Dongfang Ye couldn't stand it anymore. How could someone as despicable and shameless as Cao Yang say such shameless things?
But Qi Ling laughed and said, "Of course it counts, Cao Yang. Don't use your standards to judge me. Now, you two can try this Demonic Weapon as you please, but let me warn you first, Demonic Weapon, be careful not to hurt anyone!"
Cao Yang dismissed Qi Ling's advice with disdain. In his view, it was nothing but Qi Ling bluffing. He was a man who had already attained Godhood; how could he not even subdue a Demonic Weapon?
This time, Dongfang Ye didn't try to snatch it from Cao Yang, because he wanted to see what Qi Ling was up to. This man didn't seem like someone who would suffer a loss!
Cao Yang took a deep breath, went to the Demon God Fangtian Halberd, and used all his strength to lift the weapon. After all, he thought that such a peerless Demonic Weapon must be quite heavy.
To Cao Yang's surprise, he lifted the Demon God Fangtian Halberd with ease; its weight was no different from that of an ordinary weapon, and it didn't feel like he had imagined at all.
After trying out the weapon, Cao Yang couldn't find anything special about it and said in frustration, "What's going on? Could it be that the world-renowned peerless Demonic Weapon is just such an ordinary weapon?"
"Of course not, you idiot," Qi Ling said helplessly. " The Demonic Weapon hasn't recognized your worth yet, so it's just an ordinary weapon for now. Only when its true master appears will it reveal its true power."
Cao Yang frowned and said, "Then how can I get it to accept me? What do I need to do?"
"It's simple, blood oath," Qi Ling said. "Just like I did earlier, through your blood, the Demonic Weapon will naturally determine whether you are its true master."
Recalling Qi Ling Qi Ling's actions earlier, Cao Yang couldn't help but believe her words to some extent. Besides, it was just a drop of blood; if Qi Ling wasn't afraid, why would he, Cao Yang, be afraid?
So Cao Yang cut his hand and reached for the Demon God Fangtian Halberd, but if he hadn't been so hasty and had looked at Qi Ling's expression at that moment, he might have made a different choice.
Qi Ling viewed what was about to happen to Cao Yang with pure schadenfreude. She'd really given him too much face; did this kid actually think he was some kind of inherently kind and benevolent person?
The reason she gave the Demon God Fangtian Halberd to Cao Yang wasn't out of genuine kindness. When Demonic Weapon is born, bloodshed is inevitable. If Cao Yang hadn't helped Qi Ling avoid this calamity, Qi Ling would have been the one to suffer.
Cao Yang placed his cut hand on the Demon God Fangtian Halberd, fantasizing about gaining the Demonic Weapon's approval, greatly increasing his strength, and ideally, also taking care of Qi Ling and Dongfang Ye, thus avenging his great grudge!
The idea was nice, but reality was cruel. Before Cao Yang could make any move, a special force suddenly activated, firmly fixing his hand and the Demonic Weapon together, making them inseparable.
At the same time, a powerful suction force that chilled Cao Yang to the bone emanated from the Demon God Fangtian Halberd, like a water pump, absorbing the blood, energy, Soul Power, and everything else that could be absorbed from Cao Yang's body.
The suction force was so astonishing that in just a few breaths, Cao Yang's body deflated at an alarming speed, like a balloon, quickly turning him into a skin and bones. At the Shi Nian several decades, transforming from a young man into a white-haired old man.
Feeling his life rapidly slipping away, and even his Divine Power constantly diminishing, Cao Yang desperately tried to pull his hand back, but he couldn't at all; it was as if his hand had taken root in it.
Cao Yang knew that if things continued like this, in just a few seconds, with the terrifying suction force of the Demon God Fangtian Halberd, he would completely lose all his energy and become a dried-up corpse.
Faced with the choice between life and a hand, everyone knows which to choose. So Cao Yang hardened his heart and used his last bit of strength to sever his hand from his arm.
Cao Yang finally broke free from the Demon God Fangtian Halberd, but at this point, he was practically dead. You could hardly sense his life force, and if you put him in a pile of skeletons, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference at all.
Qi Ling, who was panting heavily and barely breathing, looked at Cao Yang and laughed, "How is it, Young Master Cao? How does it feel to wield the Demonic Weapon?"
At this moment, Cao Yang couldn't even utter a complete sentence. He could only look at Qi Ling with resentment. He knew that he had been tricked by Qi Ling, but he also blamed himself for being too impatient. He didn't even consider that a peerless Demonic Weapon was not so easy to subdue.
Then, Qi Ling looked at Dongfang Ye and said with a smile, " Dongfang Ye, do you also want to try and see if you can gain the Demonic Weapon's approval? Don't worry, the Demonic Weapon has already absorbed enough of the life essence of a Demigod; it won't devour you anymore."
Although Dongfang Ye couldn't exactly be considered a friend, he was at least a man of principle, so Qi Ling didn't intend to punish him. The Demon God Fangtian Halberd had indeed been sharpened, but whether he could actually afford to use it was another matter.
Dongfang Ye glanced at Cao Yang's miserable state and shook his head resolutely. He realized that Qi Ling had everything under his control. He shouldn't even think about competing with him for the Demonic Weapon; he'd be lucky to even survive.
"Haha, since Brother Dongfang is so polite, then I won't stand on ceremony. You flatter me!" Qi Ling said, raising her hand to take the Demon God Fangtian Halberd and grasping the halberd in her hand.
The Demonic Weapon in his hand was not as cold as ordinary ironware. On the contrary, perhaps because it had absorbed Cao Yang's life essence, it felt Demonic Weapon hot.
The moment he made contact with Qi Ling, a peculiar feeling swept over Qi Ling's entire body, as if what was in front of him was not some inanimate object, but some kind of completely new life form that he did not understand.
This reminded Qi Ling of what the Blood Devil had said: divine artifacts have spirits, and so do Demonic Weapon. The true test of a host is not the Demonic Weapon itself, but the weapon spirit it generates. Only by gaining its approval can one use the Demonic Weapon.