Eon artifacts could cut off soul imprints, enough to make any peak expert fear them.
"An eon artifact?" Braydon Neal smiled faintly. "I have one too!"
Swoosh!
The Soul Slaying Sword was unsheathed.
It was a long, slanted sword, pitch-black all over, emitting a faint cold light.
Everyone fell silent, staring at the Soul Slaying Sword—the leader's weapon.
Braydon held the Soul Slaying Sword in his hand.
A black shadow emerged from the sword, slowly taking shape like a real person!
He knelt down in front of Braydon and said in a hoarse voice, "Master!"
The Soul Slaying Sword's artifact spirit—a terrifying existence.
"Little Seven!" Braydon looked at him and whispered.
There were eight Soul Slaying Swords, but now only this one remained.
It was ranked seventh.
"I can sense their presence!" said the artifact spirit of Soul Slaying Sword.
Braydon nodded slightly.
