No, the ancient strong must have known the blood oath, so why didn't he give the Demon Sword a drop of blood?
It can't be that simple!
No, maybe that young man isn't human, so his blood won't work!
Whatever it is, we must try!
Wei Ming bit his finger, wincing in pain.
He thought to himself that the Talisman Sect disciples were impressive, biting through fingers as if it were nothing.
Wei Ming dripped his blood onto the Demon Sword.
The Demon Sword changed, emitting countless runes.
Eight runes resembling chains, after the drop of blood fell, quietly shattered, turning into purple stars.
A strong wave of Spiritual Power spread out from Wei Ming, stirring up a whirlwind.
Everyone focused their gaze on Wei Ming.
Crow's eye twitched.
Was it just a drop of blood??!!!
A drop of blood could unlock the seal?!
He wanted to curse.
Why did the master set such a simple seal!
Actually, Crow was overthinking it, being too clever for his own good.
