"That’s right, Master, I sense the Instrunt Soul in the sword you’re holding. It’s just that this sword seems to be sealed, which is why the Instrunt Soul hasn’t awakened. It can only exert the power of a Spiritual Artifact,"
Ye Luo looked at the Lingyun Sword in his hands and inwardly sighed. No wonder he felt that the Lingyun Sword was different from ordinary Spiritual Artifacts; it turned out to be a King’s Tool, only it was under a seal.
"How do we break the seal?" Ye Luo couldn’t help but ask. If he could break the seal on the Lingyun Sword, he would possess two King’s Tools. That would be aweso.
"I don’t know, the seal on this sword is very strong, it won’t be easy to unlock,"
"Then let’s forget it. Having one King’s Tool is also good." Ye Luo knew that he could not unlock the seal on the Lingyun Sword, and he didn’t feel too disappointed.
At that mont, the Instrunt Soul of the Eight Feet Mirror spoke again, "Master, with your current strength, I can at most withstand an attack from a fifth-level expert of the Saint Realm. Moreover, every ti I withstand an attack, your True Qi will be hugely depleted."
"No way, is that so? You’re at least a King’s Tool and a superior grade King’s Tool at that. Yet you’re so weak that you can only withstand an expert of the fifth level of the Saint Realm and it costs a great deal of True Qi?" Ye Luo felt very speechless inside.
"Master, although I am a King’s Tool, I also change according to the master’s strength. The stronger you are, the more power I can unleash. When you beco an expert of the Saint Realm, I will be able to help you resist attacks from experts below the Hua Yuan Realm,"
"Oh, is that so?" Ye Luo suddenly understood. It seed that no matter what, he needed his own strength to increase. Otherwise, even if he obtained a better weapon, he would not be able to use it effectively.
"Ye Luo, what’s wrong with you? Are you alright?"
At this ti, Leng Ruobing saw Ye Luo standing still as if in a daze, and couldn’t help but show a worried expression on her face.
"Oh, I’m fine,"
Ye Luo reacted and quickly spoke to Leng Ruobing.
"What happened to you just now?"
Leng Ruobing looked at Ye Luo and asked with so confusion. He then told her about the Eight Feet Mirror.
Although it wasn’t appropriate to tell others about such things since once the news that he possessed a King’s Tool got out, it would surely attract a group of experts to vie for it, he believed that Leng Ruobing wouldn’t betray him.
After hearing what Ye Luo said, Leng Ruobing showed a look of surprise, obviously shocked.
"I’ve only heard of Spiritual Artifacts; I’ve never heard of a King’s Tool before. I didn’t expect the Eight Feet Mirror to be so powerful," Leng Ruobing exclaid with surprised eyes.
"I didn’t expect to have such good luck myself." Ye Luo revealed a hint of a smile on his lips. Coming to the Imperial Palace this ti seed to have been the right decision, having acquired such a treasure.
"Hey, how should I address you in the future?" Suddenly, Ye Luo asked inwardly.
"Master, you can call whatever you like,"
"Since you’re called the Eight Feet Mirror, I’ll call you Xiao Ba," Ye Luo nad it rather casually.
"Ruo Bing, it’s been so long, let’s go. It’s not a solution to keep staying here," Ye Luo said to Leng Ruobing.
"Okay," Leng Ruobing nodded.
Afterwards, Ye Luo left with Leng Ruobing, heading out. Although there were still many good things in the palace, they were nothing compared to the Eight Feet Mirror.
Moreover, if he were to take everything here, he feared the Imperial Family might turn the world upside down in pursuit, and who knows, they might chase him to Huaxia.
Carrying Leng Ruobing, Ye Luo left the palace, his Clairvoyant Eye activated as he searched for a direction to escape.
However, they hadn’t gone far when Ye Luo sensed powerful auras rushing toward him from a distance. His face changed instantly, and he sped away with Leng Ruobing, using the Dragon Soaring Nine Heavens technique.
"Where do you think you’re going!"
A voice, full of authority, rang out, and a figure appeared behind Ye Luo with lightning speed, sending out a palm strike that seed as heavy as Mount Tai bearing down on Ye Luo.
This was a Fifth-Level Saint Realm expert from the Imperial Family, whose force made Ye Luo feel desperate, completely beyond his current ability to resist.
Ye Luo quickly turned around and called in his heart, "Xiao Ba!"
The next second, the Eight Feet Mirror erged, hovering in front of Ye Luo and releasing a white light that directly blocked the terrifying punch from the Fifth-Level Saint Realm master.
Terrifying strength exploded, white light scattered, and when the light dissipated, Ye Luo still stood there unhard, with the Eight Feet Mirror floating before him, emitting a dazzling glow, having thwarted the opponent’s strike.
"This..."
At this mont, the Fifth-Level Saint Realm Imperial Guard was staring in astonishnt at the scene before him, and both Ye Luo and Leng Ruobing had witnessed the impressiveness of the Eight Feet Mirror—indeed, it was extraordinary.
Though now Ye Luo realized the power of the Eight Feet Mirror, he also saw it was indeed a considerable drain on his True Qi, which seed like it wouldn’t last for many more uses.
"The Eight Feet Mirror!"
"How could the Eight Feet Mirror be in your hands? You’ve actually gained the recognition of the Eight Feet Mirror?"
At that mont, an incredulous voice sounded, and Miyamoto Takeshi walked over, with a group of Imperial Guards in tow, encircling Ye Luo and Leng Ruobing.
Miyamoto Takeshi’s gaze was fixed intently on the Eight Feet Mirror, his eyes filled with disbelief, and the several Saint Realm experts present revealed their astonishnt.
Then Ye Luo put away the Eight Feet Mirror and looked solemnly at Miyamoto Takeshi, positioning himself in front of Leng Ruobing.
"So you’ve entered the Treasure Hall, how is that possible, how did you see through the formation?"
Miyamoto Takeshi looked at Ye Luo with a grim expression, clearly displeased.
"What does that have to do with you?" Ye Luo said indifferently.
"The Eight Feet Mirror is a divine artifact of our Island Country, a treasure of the Imperial Family. Do you think it has nothing to do with ? Hand over the Eight Feet Mirror and tell how you made it recognize you as its master, and I can leave the two of you intact corpses," Miyamoto Takeshi said with a ruthless look flashing in his eyes.
Ye Luo’s face showed a disdainful smile, "If I’m going to die either way, why should I tell you? Besides, killing won’t be as easy as you think."
"Do you think that with the Eight Feet Mirror, you have nothing to fear?" Miyamoto Takeshi asked coldly, staring at Ye Luo.
"At least I don’t have to fear you," Ye Luo replied, his eyes holding a provocative glint as he faced Miyamoto Takeshi, who let out a sneer, revealing a cruel smile.
"In that case, today I’ll show you the strength of Miyamoto Takeshi, and I will see for myself what abilities Yamaguchi Momoe’s repeatedly defended man truly possesses."
With that, Miyamoto Takeshi drew a katana from one of the Guards and slowly stepped forward, gazing at Ye Luo with intense Battle Will.
"Looking for a challenge?" Ye Luo spoke calmly.
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