Then Owen Bertram conjured a spell, and the sword energy converged and turned into a heavy Sword Stele with a pale green glow! The Flying Sword couldn't bear it and was slammed onto the ground with a thud.
Owen Bertram straightened his clothes and snorted, "Won't say? You stay here then."
Lord Sun took Jerry Gourd and waved to the people behind him: "Let's go."
The impoverished Cultivators salivated as they walked, looking back at the flying sword: a good item, it looked like a Tire-5 but seemed to have some spiritual intelligence! This sword could be used to instantly kill anything below Tier-6.
What a pity!
Blame Evans Graham, these swords can't be taken out; if taken out, they would belong to Merton Academy.
