Shen Yuan, who had just stored the Bronze Ancient Sword into the storage space porcelain bottle, was stunned. As he stared at the characters displayed on the system interface, he felt as though his brain had come to a halt.
"Candle Dragon Immortal Sword? Sword Master? Earthly Destroyer Divine Power?"
Just as Shen Yuan was filled with questions, the color suddenly drained from the face of the old man who had taken control of Old Master Fu's body. It seemed that Shen Yuan's confinement of the Bronze Ancient Sword in the storage space porcelain bottle had severely affected him.
Pale-faced, the old man suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, collapsed on the ground, and lost all signs of life.
The Fu Family People had fled the room at the first sign of danger. Only Shen Yuan, left standing amidst the ruins of the bedroom, twitched at the corner of his mouth.
"Hold on, let me straighten out this Artificial Intelligence System's prompt."
