At this moment, submerged within, was indeed the legendary Zhu Xian Sword!
Hum!
Just then, the Zhu Xian Sword gently stirred, its Sword Qi dispelling the sea of flames and flying to the front of Qin Zheng, conveying a sense of affinity.
At the same time, it felt as if it were a child that had been locked away for too long, circling around Qin Zheng's consciousness and exuding a forlorn desire to be free.
This...
Faced with such a situation, Qin Zheng was somewhat taken aback.
The fabled sword of slaughter actually listened to his command?
In such a case, wouldn't it mean that if he released it, no one else would be able to contest for this sword with him?
A moment of joy sprouted in Qin Zheng's heart.
However, his rationality remained calm.
"Wait a bit longer,"
Qin Zheng attempted to transmit his thoughts to the Zhu Xian Sword.
The sword, which had been darting around the sea of flames like a playful fish, suddenly became listless.