Yu Wan saw Shen Feng's strange behavior and immediately felt full of confusion.
Every time the Azure Dragon Secret Realm opened in the past, cultivators would come here to try and pull out the Stone Sword!
But besides being unable to pull it out, no one ever felt anything special.
Pain flashed across Shen Feng's face, but his right palm seemed unable to leave the hilt.
From the blood-red hilt, blood vines shot out, binding Shen Feng's right hand tightly.
The blood-drenched scene in his mind gradually became completely bloody.
Slowly, slowly.
The scene became more and more blurred, covered by endless blood until, at last, in Shen Feng's mind, it turned into a pool of extremely thick blood, the previous scene no longer discernible.
As the rich killing intent within the hilt ceaselessly entered his body, Shen Feng's expression kept changing, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty gleam.
