The Bull Demon-King waved his right hand, and the hilt of the Evil Annihilation Sword had already fallen into his hand. He simply looked at it and his face showed even more disdain. "To show off such a broken thing, it seems that there is really nothing good in the Western Evil Plane. Fortunately, you encountered my Haotian Tower this time. If it were the Demon Refining Pot, those vengeful spirits would have been completely refined in an instant. This thing is something you cannot use, and I disdain using it as well. Destroying it would be better. Managing these souls with the Haotian Tower is the same. When it comes to evil, you are still far, far behind."
Speaking almost to himself, the Bull Demon-King tightened his right hand, producing a rupture sound that felt like a tremor, as dust fell from his hand, and the hilt of the Evil Annihilation Sword had disappeared.
