After listening to the Chieftain's tale, Xuan Ye was greatly alarmed. Although he had already heard of the mighty power of the Sword of Hades, he had never imagined it would be so formidable.
"Where did those dead bandits fall, take me to see them?"
"Red Bishop, those bandits have already been buried. With the weather being so hot, I fear the bodies would have decomposed by now, I think…"
Xuan Ye frowned and said, "Very well, then describe to me exactly what those dead bandits looked like at the time."
The Chief of the Northern Tribes, as if pardoned from sin, hurriedly embellished his description.
Xuan Ye was stirred as he listened to the description, sighing, "The Sword of Hades truly deserves its reputation as the foremost evil weapon in the world, to think it could extract the souls of ordinary people just through its Evil Aura. How terrifying!"
Just then, a young tribesman rushed in anxiously, "Chieftain, Chieftain, it's bad news."
