"Brothers,"
"You are a bit weak, it affects me..."
Jiang Ding sighed faintly.
This sword, originally the Life Treasure of the Blood River King, was a Blood River forged from countless creatures, blended with various Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure and the bones, meridians, skin, and hair of the Blood River King to form a sword. Among the Primordial Spirit Treasures, it was not weak.
However, that's all it was.
Compared to the Fourth Realm of Sword Dao, there was a vast difference as if between the clouds and the mud.
Not just the Flying Sword, the Mana of the Blood River King, the foundation of the Immortal Path of the Blood River King, the Divine Sense of the Blood River King...
Everything was just so.
This is a reality the Slave Clan, a Slave King must confront, unable to establish any deep foundation, the circumstances were this difficult, to be able to stay alive and advance to Divinity Transformation was already considered the pinnacle elite of the Human Race.