Chapter 455: Chapter 277: Sword maiden? Sword Lolita, Sword Spirit Legion

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“It’s not enough, still not enough!”

After tossing the tiger’s skull into the blood pool, Feng Qing’an only saw a phantom of a blood-soaked sword. Therefore, he threw the massive body of the tiger king into the blood pool as well.

The seemingly small blood pool engulfed the tiger king’s body the moment it made contact. Flesh, sinews, bones; all separated. The essence, energy, and spirit contained within dissolved entirely in this blood pool and then poured into the phantom of the blood-soaked sword.

Upon acquiring a set of divine remains, the originally ethereal body of the sword immediately became solid at a speed discernible to the naked eye – from illusion to reality. Concurrently, with the transformation of the blood sword, the Demon-Suppressing Hall echoed with the agonized howls of the less than a hundred demons present.

Feng Qing’an had just finished tracing out an array pattern amidst the mockery from the crowd of demons. Now, it turned into a deadly shackle. The pale red spiritual light lit up the dark hall, gradually becoming more dazzling.

However, the cost of the increasing brightness of the array’s spiritual light was the increasingly shriveled bodies of the howling demons. Their essence was being drained, and even their souls were being torn apart.

All of these forcibly extracted resources became fodder for the formation of the Demon Subduing Sword in the blood pool. Feng Qing’an merely stared intently at the gradually forming sword, indifferent to the miserable cries and pleas for mercy of the demons.

Spending the carcass of a mountain god, and around a hundred demons on the brink of turning into useless corpses, a beautiful jade sword radiating a bloody light took shape in the blood pool.

In the now eerily quiet Demon-Suppressing Hall, Feng Qing’an looked at the sword in the blood pool, his brow furrowed. After a moment, he gradually relaxed his furrowed brow.

He didn’t even bother to take out the sword from the blood pool because there was no need. Just one look was enough for Feng Qing’an to realize that this was not the sword he wanted.

However, this wasn’t because there was something wrong with the sword, but rather because Feng Qing’an’s expectations had been raised excessively. The first sword he ever obtained was the God Smiting Dragon Slaying Sword given to him by his elder brother.

This sword, although ordinary at first, became extraordinary due to its previous wielders. Many divine beings’ blood stained the sword, including such potent blood from a dragon god about to transform into a true dragon.

There was no need to elaborate on the power of such a sword. Once drawn from the scabbard, even the virtuous mountain and river gods would appear insignificant. A flash of the sword, and they were doomed to fall.

However, Feng Qing’an couldn’t freely manipulate this sword. Nevertheless, he still had the Xunfeng Sword, a divine weapon forged by the Dragon King, whose power was equally extraordinary.

Having used these two swords, Feng Qing’an naturally couldn’t care less about the Demon Subduing Sword in the blood pool. One glance was enough for Feng Qing’an to realize the sword wasn’t worth drawing. He didn’t need to test it to know that it wouldn’t meet his expectations.

Even so, Feng Qing’an was eager because according to Dong Huang’s plans, he would have a Sword Array composed of thirty-six Heavenly Stems Swords and seventy-two Earth Demon Subduing Swords.

This was just the beginning; the sword’s power was weak now. However, as long as the sword remains in the blood pool and demonic remains continually feed it, in theory, the might of this sword is boundless.

A sword with a growth factor, although it appears inadequate upon formation, has promise for the future.

“I need to slay a few more divine spirits, toss them into the blood pool, and see what changes occur.”

Even knowing that the sword had a growth component, Feng Qing’an wanted to see how much it could grow.

However, as he turned to leave, he paused suddenly. He remembered that in the sword training methods taught by Dong Huang, there was a method in which one nurtures the sword with blood.

Although it sounds similar to an evildoer’s approach, it was a sword nurturing method for practitioners of the Profound Sect.

The sword owner had to use their own essence and blood to nourish the sword and communicate with it through their divine spirit. Doing so not only enhances the spirituality of the sword but also strengthens their control over it, achieving the point where it moves with their thoughts.

“Nourishing the sword with blood!”

Feng Qing’an turned around and stared at the sword in the blood pool, lost in thought.

If he performed this nurturing method, he didn’t need any essence and blood – a drop at random could work wonders.

Feng Qing’an had experienced this before. When Dong Huang first gave him the Dragon Armor, one drop of his blood awakened its spiritual intelligence, leading to the creation of the respected Martial God Armor.

Of course, the reason the Dragon Armor achieved such a feat and earned that title was mainly due to its hard work. Aside from fighting martial arts strongmen and playing with him during its spare time, it spent most of its time studying martial arts and practicing its skills.

Regardless, it was his initial drop of blood that led to the creation of the Dragon Armor. With such a precedent, Feng Qing’an naturally regarded his blood with utmost importance.

Let alone, his physical condition now was much better than before, and the effect was ten times greater. Another drop of blood would undoubtedly lead to astonishing changes.