Chapter 1825: Soul-Reaping Blade Intent

"They…" Sheng Wufan stared at the old clan chief and the others, stunned. "They actually used the bone shard our ancestors left behind on their own…?" Sheng Wuyuan's expression darkened. That was a shard of the Holy Spirit Ancestral God's bone, containing a trace of the Ancestral God's power. A trace was still Ancestral God power. Terrifying beyond measure. "Kill them," Mo Wanghai snarled, jabbing a finger at the old clan chief's group. His face was storm-black. He was the commander of the...