"Many thanks!“
Bai lingjun withdrew his hand and shook his head. He had rejected su Mo's offer.
"This saber is your spoils of war. I have no reason to accept it!“
Bai lingjun sighed and continued,""The billion-year-old cold iron was used to forge two divine artifacts. The Golden Soul Prince and the Crimson nether soul Lord each took one. This blade doesn't have a spirit. I believe that the one that soul Lord Chi Ming has should have the spirit of our Snow world's Snow Queen. However, that divine weapon has now fallen into the hands of an even more powerful foreign race. "
What he wanted was the other divine weapon, not because the other divine weapon was more powerful, but because of The Snow Queen.
Su mo nodded and put away his long saber.
The sword in soul Lord Chi Ming's hand had fallen into the hands of a foreign being. The strength of that foreign being could be seen from the soul race's reaction.