"A divine weapon is fit only for those with virtue, and with your character and morals, you're simply unworthy of wielding this blade." Lin Shen held the hilt of the Soulslayer Blade, gently stroking its blade.
The Soulslayer Blade seemed to respond to his touch, vibrating with a tremulous hum.
Suddenly, Lin Shen casually tossed the Soulslayer Blade in front of An Jiahe, saying indifferently, "You want to use this blade, don't you? No need to seize it by force, just take it if you can."
A flicker of an unusual color passed through An Jiahe's eyes, but at this point he was in too deep to back out and reached out to grasp the hovering Ten Directions Ghost God Slaying Blade, his body erupting with terrifying brightness as he attempted to forcibly control the blade in his own hands.
However, no matter how his strength surged, he couldn't make the Ten Directions Ghost God Slaying Blade budge an inch; it was as if the blade was fixed in mid-air, utterly immovable.
