Like a flash, Huang Jinnan shifted to the place where Xing Bo’s Spirit Channeling grade spiritual sword lay.

As he made a grabbing motion, the spiritual sword flew up into his palm, as if it were a piece of metal attracted by a magnet.

Trembling, the spiritual sword let out low sobs, hoping to struggle free.

However, as Huang Jinnan gave a low chuckle, a wisp of golden light flew out of his fingertip into its sharp blade.

The spiritual sword stopped sobbing in the next moment. Wreathed in misty golden light, the spiritual sword seemed to be instantly tamed, as it stopped struggling in Huang Jinnan’s hand.

“The soul of this spiritual sword seems to be the soul of an eighth grade Gold Horn Beast. Gold Horn Beasts are metal-attributed spirit beasts. The soul of a Gold Horn Beast has greatly improved the sharpness of this sword, making it a decent Spirit Channeling grade weapon.” Stroking the sword blade, Huang Jinnan shot Nie Tian a sideways glance, and smiled. “Nie Tian, do you mind giving this spiritual...