Just inject it with True Qi...
More weight.
More hardness.
More toughness.
A real man's dream.
The spearhead was forged from some unknown metal. Though it was a pure, profound black, you could almost see a bloody light flicker across its surface.
This thing was, without a doubt, a top-tier treasure.
"Not bad!"
Xiang Yunzhan clapped him on the back and couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh. "A First-Grade Flesh Soul really is something else! You haven't even formed a Divine Pattern, yet you can catch the spear like that. Keep training hard. If you can condense a Celestial Grade Divine Pattern when you break through to the Physical Body Realm, then this Fierce Soul is yours."
"Fierce Soul? You mean my uncle's..."
Zhao Ci thought that was a bit ambiguous, so he quickly clarified, "You don't mean you, my general uncle, but my other uncle... the Marshal?"
Xiang Yunzhan: "???"
'This damn kid.'
'They're both his uncles.'
'And he just has to make it a competition.'
