Scepter of Death
Redakteur: Noodletown Translations
Xie Ming looked ahead at Qingfeng Li. There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.
The Scepter of Death in Xie Ming's hands was extremely powerful. With it, he had slain a master of the Seventh Class of the Spirit Monarch Realm with ease. Why was it that Qingfeng Li did not seem frightened in the least?
Xie Ming could clearly sense that Qingfeng Li was a master of the Seventh Class of the Spirit Monarch. He was a class lower than Xie Ming himself. However, his combat prowess was impressive, as was his physical strength. Could it be that his spirit energy was also exceptionally strong?
A cold light danced across Xie Ming's eyes. Channeling the spirit energy inside his mind-space, he shot out a beam of black light. Quick as lightning, the black light flew into the Scepter of Death. Then, Xie Ming swung the Scepter of Death before him, releasing a wave of black spirit energy.