Because the Hundred Ghosts Sword had already changed hands about a dozen times, even though this time it fell into Zhou Heng's possession, everyone habitually assumed that he, just like those before him, would find it as untenable as an ordinary person holding a piece of burning charcoal, casting the sword away at the earliest opportunity.
They were in no rush!
Boom!
Inside Zhou Heng's Sea of Consciousness, that sinister, bloodthirsty Sword Intent pressed in, and though it was merely an ambiance, it felt substantial enough to freeze his very blood!
So powerful!
No wonder even Old Ancestors from the Divine Infant Realm, upon obtaining the sword, could only end up letting go. The Sword Intent was terrifying, as if an evil being from the Immortal Realm were opening its dreadful maw to swallow them whole—how could mere mortals in the Mortal Realm resist?
