บท 1985: A Terrifying Sword Strike

Gadin Jennings's remnant soul's eyes were filled with fear and a hint of urgency. 

He spoke bluntly, "You've already refined six of the eight swords. You can summon the small swords now—do it!"

"There's no need to rush. The most important thing is the small sword in your head. It holds the most powerful sword intent of that mysterious creature, and it's also the hardest to refine. Are you really confident enough to take that gamble?"

Braydon Neal smiled faintly.

Both of them were like cunning old foxes, fully aware of each other's hidden intentions.

Braydon understood what was troubling Gadin's remnant soul. 

He feared that Braydon might successfully refine all eight swords. 

With the protection of the small sword, Gadin wouldn't be able to possess Braydon's body.

Gadin, on the other hand, knew Braydon's plan. 

Clearly, Braydon intended to refine all eight swords.