Furthermore, this sword wasn’t simple; it could suck people’s consciousness.
If Zhao Feng had a choice, he would rather choose a whole low grade Mortal weapon or even a Middle grade Mortal weapon instead.
After the spoils of war were gathered, Zhao Feng immediately followed the the Silver Striped Blood Corpse. When the latter walked past Lin Fan and co., a piercing glow shot out of Zhao Feng’s left eye.
The Silver Striped Blood Corpse thought that the power of the ancient bloodline was indeed terrifying; any small move that it made was found out.