Chapter 1181: Patriarch Shengxuan

Benjamin Shaw gave a cold smile. With a soul as robust as his, no accursed blade could cloud his mind. Even so, he stepped up to the evil weapon. He reached out and wrenched it from the ground. In an instant, a malignant energy surged straight for his sea of consciousness. The blade shivered, and on the ghostly face carved into its back, a flash of disbelief seemed to flicker. Benjamin's sea of consciousness lay empty and still; that soul-corroding energy had nowhere to latch. His soul sat enthroned...