Chen Mo's eyes lost their purple gleam, his expression revealing a trace of bewilderment.
What's going on?
During the clash with Jian Yinsan, he had had a faint epiphany, intending to use him as a whetstone to temper his Sword Intent. But then, that flow of qi inside his body was stirred and blended into the Shocking Dragon Saber Intent.
And then, out of nowhere, he somehow condensed a "Martial Spirit."
"If this can truly be considered a Martial Spirit..."
On Chen Mo's exposed wrist, a patch of profound, azure Jade Scale swiftly faded.
There were too many onlookers for him to check immediately, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that this thing was definitely abnormal!
Jian Yinsan snapped back to his senses, a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes.
Both shocked by Chen Mo's unreasonably strong power and somewhat puzzled why he had felt an urge to kneel and submit just a moment ago.
Even Lord Thousand Households had never given him such a sense of oppression!
