"This is a business worth doing."
Han Feng waved his hand, gathering the specks of Divine light and sealing them away for later use.
After he was done, he looked at the now half-empty Sword Pool. Far from feeling any regret, he licked his lips.
His expression was like that of a beggar who had starved for three days and suddenly stumbled upon a royal banquet.
He had previously felt a degree of apprehension toward the so-called native Divine of Dragon Abyss.
After all, they were still called "gods."
But now, after the Sword Tomb's process of "autopsy" and "digestion," that veil of mystery had been completely torn away.
'Bullshit Divines.'
Before the laws of the Sword Tomb, they were nothing more than walking "bags of Life Essence," "goody bags of materials," and "Law Fragment Libraries."
All he had to do was kill them and toss them into the Sword Tomb.
That meant Cultivation, the Divine, and Divine Weapons!
