Of course, it wasn’t the Sovereign of Man’s real body!

It was a projection!

It was only a projection!

Yang Ye looked the Sovereign of Man in the eyes, and the latter was looking at him as well. Both of them didn’t say a word.

In the Primordial Pagoda, the sword was still trembling violently and intended to charge out of the pagoda. However, it was suppressed by the pagoda.

Suddenly, Yang Ye said, “Let it out!”

As soon as he gave the order, a ray of golden light shot out from Yang Ye’s chest. A moment later, the golden light dispersed to reveal the golden sword.

Yang Ye gazed at it, “Do as you please!”

The sword hadn’t acknowledged him as its master, so he refused to force it to stay.

The sword shook violently in midair and seemed to be conveying something. However, the Sovereign of Man’s projection was gradually turning ethereal. Three breaths of time later, it vanished from the sky.

Yang Ye frowned. Why didn’t he take the sword?

As if he knew what Yang Ye was wondering about, Hou Qing’s voice resounded in his...