Like a flash, Huang Jinnan shifted to the place where Xing Bo’s Spirit Channeling grade spiritual sword lay.

As he made a grabbing motion, the spiritual sword flew up into his palm, as if it were a piece of metal attracted by a magnet.

Trembling, the spiritual sword let out low sobs, hoping to struggle free.

However, as Huang Jinnan gave a low chuckle, a wisp of golden light flew out of his fingertip into its sharp blade.

The spiritual sword stopped sobbing in the ...