As he spoke, a sudden shriek emerged from the Eight Trigrams Furnace, where Mr. Wuliu's spiritual imprints screamed in agony within the flames. Along with Taiyi Geng Metal being melted by the fire, the Essence, Qi, and Spirit stored within the Taiyi Geng Metal were naturally refined as well.
"Kid, how dare you destroy my Flying Sword? It's a fight to the death between us! A fight to the death!"
Mr. Wuliu's spiritual imprint rang out from within the Eight Trigrams Furnace. Before Zhang Chen could respond, the imprint of his Essence, Qi, and Spirit had already turned to ash.
The Eight Trigrams Furnace returned to tranquility, and confronted with the raging flames, no matter how unparalleled the divine weapon, what could it accomplish?
