In the blink of an eye, he had slaughtered nearly a hundred relatively powerful soul bodies, his actions decisive, causing the Ten Thousand Gods Banner to fall silent for a moment. Did this sword cultivator really not care about it? Acting in such a way would further weaken its level, making it even more difficult to restore.
Qin Ming's attitude was resolute, saying, "If it can't be of use to me, then what's the point of having it!"
This was the truth. Such a weapon of unknown origin might be a Supreme Treasure that had fallen in rank. If it harbored malice towards him and someday resurges, the consequences would be dire.
The Ten Thousand Gods Banner became deathly still, no longer sending soul bodies to attack him.
Qin Ming said, "If you behave, in an environment like this, there are actually great prospects ahead, a brilliant future."
