A familiar figure flew in from outside the formation—it was none other than the pot-bellied, whiskered Bai Xu Saint.
On the other side, the short and thin Iron Grinding Saint appeared silently. The two of them positioned themselves one in front and one behind, sandwiching Su Han between them.
The appearance of Bai Xu Saint and Iron Grinding Saint did not surprise Su Han. He rose to his feet and looked up, his gaze indifferent.
"I never expected Your Highness to actually retrieve the Soul Severing Sword. Truly, you have opened my eyes. Nourished by Yin Energy and resentment, the sword has indeed ascended to a Holy Artifact. Moreover, by the look of it, Your Highness seems quite adept at wielding it. Congratulations, Your Highness, on finding this treasured sword."
The Iron Grinding Saint's gaze fell upon the Soul Severing Sword, the very blade he had coveted day and night.
