The Soul Severing Sword rested quietly in the blood fountain, as if waiting for its true master. Su Han did not make any rash moves. Instead, he observed it carefully with the Nine Heavens Eye and attempted to influence it with Demonic Qi. However, the sword showed no reaction.
Eventually, Su Han reached out with his left hand and grasped the hilt.
The hilt was not cold but scorchingly hot, like a red-hot iron brand capable of burning flesh to a pulp. Nonetheless, Su Han, with his Sacred Body of Great Accomplishment and his Great Luo Golden Body of minor accomplishment, could naturally withstand it.
BOOM!
The moment Su Han's hand closed around the hilt, an endless tide of killing intent surged over him like a landslide or a tsunami, causing his vision to blur.
"Kill them all!"
"With a general leading our mighty army, taking what we want will be as easy as reaching into a pouch!"
"Carve out a path to the heavens!"
