Once Su Yu activated it, a jade-colored light surged out from the exquisite sphere and enveloped the YIMO soul-subduing bell.
The blood essence marks that had been refined by the famed sword Saint Clan for many years were all extracted on the spot.
This caused the old man’s chest to tighten. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was filled with shock as he asked, “How did one of the life Saint Clan’s clan-guarding treasures end up in your hands?”
Su Yu smiled faintly. “How do you think I’ll answer you?”
With a flick of his finger, a drop of blood essence flew out and quickly fused into the Yimo soul calming bell through Ling Long Qiu.
Seeing this scene, another old man from the famous sword Saint Clan was furious. “Stop!”
That was one of the great treasures of the famous sword Saint Clan. How could it fall into the hands of others?