"It's done!"
Xu Wendong's voice held an air of inevitability.
Just three simple words made everyone shiver with unease, a chill running down their spines.
They could hardly believe their ears.
Xu Wendong, in an instant, erased Mu Yunche's Soul Imprint from the Dragon-Slaying Sword and claimed the blade for himself.
He was unbelievably fast.
So fast it almost suffocated them.
"Who exactly are you? How could you possibly refine the heirloom of the Frostflower Kingdom?" Mu Yunche asked frantically, staring at Xu Wendong.
Beyond that, his eyes were filled with boundless fear.
Throughout all of Frostflower Kingdom, aside from the Monarch himself,
Only he could wield the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
After all, the sword possessed a Sword Soul.
Even refining the Dragon-Slaying Sword had taken him a long time.
But Xu Wendong, with just a few breaths, erased his Soul Imprint and gained the Sword Soul's approval; how could he not be shocked?
