Feeling the impending crisis, Jiu Wushang dared not push for another breakthrough and immediately flew out of the cave.
Boom—
The Blade Aura crashed down on the cave, flattening it to the ground, and slashed open a massive chasm, hundreds of feet long and more than ten feet deep.
If Jiu Wushang had been inside, that blade wouldn't just have killed him—at the very least, he'd have been gravely wounded.
"Is... is that an Upper Grade Spirit Treasure?"
Jiu Wushang stared at the Spirit Treasure in Lin Chang'sheng's hand, utterly shocked.
How could this bastard be so damn lucky?
After days of bitter searching, all he'd found was a single stalk of Immortal Grass, and Lin Chang'sheng had picked up an Upper Grade Spirit Treasure?
This was something neither of them had ever possessed before.
"To die at the hands of an Upper Grade Spirit Treasure—you should count yourself lucky!"
This weapon had yet to taste blood; Jiu Wushang would be the first sacrifice to sanctify its spirit.
