Once again, she lightly beckoned with her finger, and this time, what responded to the summons was a heavily rusted, mottled, azure-violet ancient sword, filled with intense malevolence.
Feng Ju's body trembled slightly and said, "The... Dragon Slayer Sword."
Su Jing paid no heed to his shock and unease. She laid the sword across her arm and sat cross-legged on the ice surface, carefully contemplating this sword, as if seeking a way to unravel its mystery.
The Netherworld Dragon had been sealed for years, and the matchless sword qi of the five Dragon Slayer Swords had already imbued it like torrents of ocean water, making it difficult to expel them immediately.
Moreover, with no food in its belly and only the energy of those demonized individuals in the underground palace to sustain it, the seal was only barely lifted.
Due to Lin Zheng's unique constitution, it was also difficult to corrode and assimilate the energy within him for his own use in a short time.
