บท 1323: The Weapon

Master Rong Yang gave Feng Wu a suspicious glance.

He could sense another source of spiritual essence inside Feng Wu, which she would rather die than draw from.

Pfft —

When the spirit of the Fallen Star Sword made another attempt, Feng Wu spat out a mouthful of blood again.

Her blood formed a thin mist which scattered all over the sword.

The blade that looked like a withered twig at first began to revive as soon as the blood landed on it.

All of a sudden!

The tiny sword spirit woke up from its deep sleep and flew toward Feng Wu's neck at lightning speed.

Gurgle —

Feng Wu could sense her blood being drained out of her body as she watched!

Gone with it was her spiritual essence!

Feng Wu could tell that the tiny sword spirit was devouring the spiritual essence in her dantian!

Master Rong Yang fell to the ground and panted after the sword spirit flew out.