1294 This Wine Tastes Like Horse Piss

An aura filled with tyranny and destruction spread out of the Sword Pot, while its mighty sword will pressed on everyone's heart like a mountain, causing everyone's mind to tremble.

It was a very frightening power. Unlike Lu Ban's pressure, it contained the essence of death. Facing the Sword Port was like facing death.

Lu Ban, who had been calm, was no longer calm now. He didn't expect Bu Fang to be able to come out with this weapon. He had sensed more of the Sword Pot's horror than everyone present. As soon as it was taken out, his aura seemed to be crushed in an instant. The feeling shocked him.

"A Sword Pot… I can't believe you actually have a weapon of this level." Lu Ban narrowed his eyes. "Unfortunately, this power is beyond the control of a mere One-revolution Little Saint."