Given Yan Xuan's strength, if he were to obtain the Red Flame Sword, even the combined forces of Chu Fengmian and Han Yueli would not be his match.
"Now you want to take it back? Too late! Once the secret technique is activated, the Red Flame Sword belongs to me!"
Yan Xuan laughed arrogantly upon hearing Han Yueli's voice.
"Pretty lady, I'll kill this boy first, and then we can play slowly!"
"Is that so?"
A dismissive smile appeared on Chu Fengmian's lips.
"No one has ever taken a spiritual artifact from Chu's hands!"
"Seal!"
Chu Fengmian uttered the word indifferently, and suddenly, a dragon's might appeared.
In Chu Fengmian's palm, the trembling of the Red Flame Sword's blade stopped at once.
The Red Flame Sword had indeed been inscribed with seals, but it had already been re-tempered by Chu Fengmian.
Especially the Red Flame Sword, which had been refined by Chu Fengmian with a blood sacrifice, had its seals completely destroyed by now.
