Xia Feng raised an eyebrow, smirking as he quickened his pace and reached out once more towards the flames.
The flames suddenly flared up, as if trying to force Xia Feng back with their intensity.
Xia Feng was not frightened but pleased; just the burst of flames in that instant was enough to prove the strength of this Secret Treasure.
The great dao aura carried by the flames even forced Xia Feng, who was wielding the Heaven-Burying Sword, to take a few steps back.
As the Golden Silk Armor was about to jump up and down in an attempt to flee, Xia Feng flicked his fingers on the blade of the Heaven-Burying Sword, producing a crisp sword cry.
"Quick, quickly communicate with your kind and tell it to submit to me."
The Sword Spirit let out a soft cry, its immature voice showing signs of distress: "Do you think I'm all-powerful?"
"I can communicate with it a little, but it's a level higher than me. I'm just a Middle Grade Secret Treasure, while it's an Upper Grade Secret Treasure."
