The moment Yingxue gripped the Demon Saber, she convulsed as if struck by lightning and collapsed.
A red light flashed. The Annihilation Demon Saber fell, effortlessly plunging into the plaza until only the hilt remained visible.
Lin Hao reacted instantly, catching Yingxue.
The very moment he caught her, Yingxue's eyes fluttered open, a look of confusion on her face.
"Brother Hao…" It was unmistakably Yingxue's voice.
"Oh no, Aunt Ling is hurt." Before Lin Hao could speak, a flicker of panic crossed Yingxue's face, and she rushed off.
Lin Hao was taken aback for a moment, but then he understood.
Staring at the Annihilation Demon Saber buried in the plaza, Lin Hao didn't hesitate. He reached out to pull it free.
"Mast—" Wu Taichu cried out, trying to stop him.
Wu Taichu had heard of the Annihilation Demon Saber's terrible reputation. It was a blade of evil, owned by a Great Demon hundreds of years ago.
