"Pang Jian."
The skinny old man let out a soft call and looked at the hilt of the Demon Sword, saying, "Mrs. Feng and Source Demon, you can choose one."
Without waiting for Pang Jian to speak, he continued, "If you choose the Source Demon, you will need to draw the sword with your own strength. If you manage to pull it out, it suggests you might possess the ability to control it. If not, the sword will remain here in the Sword Tower."
"Swoosh!"
He appeared instantly at the position of the Origin Demon Sword, sneering, "Still haven't learned your lesson!"
His body quietly became transparent, and a pale cyan Spirit Sword, as if it were his own bones, emerged from under his blue robe.
Thousands of dazzling sword lights, like divine lightning from a dragon, penetrated the wall where the Origin Demon Sword was embedded, instantly extinguishing all the pitch-black demon fire that had invaded the Sword Tower.
In just a moment, the Sword Tower was restored to its original state.
