"Sword Spirit, I know it's you."
Xiao Yi looked at the Cold Flame Sword in his hand, his expression extremely grim.
He knew long ago that the Cold Flame Sword harbored a Sword Spirit.
However, in his perception, this trace of Sword Spirit was quite fragile, so he hadn't paid much attention to it.
"Don't let there be a next time," Xiao Yi's voice was icy cold.
"Otherwise, even if you are a Mid-grade Holy Artifact, I have ways to destroy you."
As the words fell, Xiao Yi withdrew the Cold Flame Sword.
Although he didn't know why the Sword Spirit absorbed the essence blood of the Martial Artist,
that didn't mean Xiao Yi would allow it.
The Blood Pill within him, he wouldn't destroy it, but he also wouldn't allow it to grow unchecked.
"Xiao Yi, are you alright?" Qing Lin asked worriedly.
"I'm fine." Xiao Yi shook his head.
Just earlier, that Blood Pill suddenly grew and impacted his mind, but it wasn't a big deal.
