Liu Yingxiu's flying sword was a second-tier spiritual artifact.
The spirit sword had a spirit, and even though its former master had perished long ago, with the sword soul they had painstakingly cultivated over countless days and nights extinguishing along with them, the innate spirituality of the flying sword itself refused to submit to Wang Chen, the enemy.
It wanted to flee!
"Seal!"
Along with Wang Chen's stern shout, the talismans affixed to the four walls of the secret chamber lit up one by one.
At the same time, his hand moved as quick as lightning, affixing over a dozen Seal Town Talismans onto the flying sword, forcefully suppressing the rebellious sword spirit.
This second-tier spiritual artifact was forcibly sealed by him.
Although it was still suspended in midair, it could not move an inch.
But Wang Chen knew that this was merely the beginning.
The flying sword now was like a wild horse that had just broken free from its pen, yearning for freedom.
