"BOOM!"
There was a loud explosion and the red sword burst into flames, completely enveloping Chen Xiaobei.
"Chi ... Chi ..."
At the same time, the sword's body trembled violently, as if it was trying to break free from Chen Xiaobei's grasp.
"There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world!"
Chen Xiaobei said helplessly, " &Quot; this sword isn't without an owner. It still has a spiritual connection with its original owner ... &Quot;
&Quot; fortunately, its owner was not nearby. It was just the Dharma power of the sword itself that scared me. If it had directly released the power of an earth level deity, I would have been dead. &Quot;
"If I'm not mistaken, this is a five-star earth-god instrument! How could it already have a master? It's such a pity!"
Chen Xiaobei furrowed his brows and felt that it was a pity.
If he couldn't control the sword, his only choice was to refine it.