Bzzt!
The Demon Sword was still vibrating. Without the enhancement of the inscriptions, the Demon Sword was much weaker now.
Lu Zhou did not have time to concern himself about the sound from the tunnel. He conjured up his Primal Qi to suppress the Demon Sword!
Jiang Aijian said, "O-old senior… I... I…" He pointed at himself.
Lu Zhou glanced at him and asked, "You want it?"
Jiang Aijian scratched his own head sheepishly.
The Demon Sword was huge. It was nearly half a man's height, and it was broad and thick. Having lost the power from the inscriptions, it looked extremely ugly. The blade was crude and uneven.
Lu Zhou loosened his grip and pushed forward with his palm.
Bam!
The huge Demon Sword flew toward Jiang Aijian.
Jiang Aijian was overjoyed as he grabbed the Demon Sword and landed a few palm prints on the blade. The remaining inscription power dispersed in the air. The Demon Sword was finally silent.
