The White-Faced Daoist suffered the greatest shock. He was almost startled out of his wits.

Yao Blood Heaven’s Demise was a supreme treasure a Profound Serenity Yao Emperor had once left behind. Although its weapon spirit had already been destroyed, damaging it severely, its power still presented a lethal threat to any Spiritual Revolution Realm cultivator. 

And earlier, it had forced back even an Imperial-level Demonic Puppet!

Yet now, a young Spiritual Incarnation Realm cultivator had caught this supreme treasure of the yao path between his fingers. How could the White-Faced Daoist possibly accept this?

“Activate!” He bellowed, circulating almost the full extent of his cultivation base. 

Weng!

Yao Blood Heaven’s Demise trembled, and the seven-inch blade surged with elaborate, contorted yao glyphs. The aura it emanated was terrifying beyond limit. 

But no matter how much it struggled, it couldn’t break free of Su Yi’s fingers!

On the contrary, as Su Yi tightened his grip, the blade was increasingly immobilized. It even wailed, as if it were crying and complaining. 

“Pipe down.” Su Yi brushed his finger across...