The sword's blade was restored. Qian Yi's body writhed momentarily. At this moment, aside from the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword, no other entity dared to underestimate this peculiar, sword-wielding little figure. As for the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword itself, it was currently demonstrating what it meant to grovel in absolute submission.
Of course, for the Evil Spirit Sword, such a posture was rather abstract, but everyone—and every Undead—present could sense its absolute sincerity. This included Su Ping, which was why he chose to believe it.
He looked at the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword and the countless entities in the black mist. His voice, carried by his sweeping spiritual power, rang out, "Alright, I have proven my strength. Furthermore, everyone, I am not negotiating with you. The Heavenly Tomb is now entirely under my control.
