The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 1217

“Malevolent Sword? Evil energy?”

Thomas‘ face darkened.

None of this was recorded in the four paintings the Prince of Orchid Mountain left behind.

Now, he had a rough idea of why the Prince of Orchid Mountain separated the paintings and gave each to the four major officials. He did not want outsiders to know about this secret. At the same time, he was reluctant to give up. He hoped that future generations would one day unravel the secret behind the four paintings, slay the Spirit Turtle, and accomplish what he could not.

“What should we do now? Should we open the door?” Simon asked.

Thomas was in a bind.

The Spirit Turtle’s blood was horrifying. A single drop of it was enough to turn the weapon into the Malevolent Sword. Even if he could attain immortality, his mind would become deranged.

Upon seeing Thomas‘ reluctance, Simon knew that Thomas was still sane. At least he would not risk everything just for the sake of obtaining greater power.

After a while, Thomas said, “Although the blood is imbued with evil energy, there are still other parts of its body that are worth a fortune. We shouldn’t give up now.”

the blood and become a demon?” Simon asked. Wearing a surly expression, Thomas said, “Don’t worry, apart from you and me, no one will leave this place alive. As for the rest of the small fry, they have no right to obtain the blood.” “In that case, we will open the door.” Even Simon was a little

years had passed, perhaps the Spirit Turtle was

“After you.”

catalyzed True Energy. Energy swirled in his palm and pulled the

to resist the sword’s malicious thoughts. Leaping into the air, he appeared before the black iron

Sword

backward and landed steadily on the

Creak!

iron door opened, and a

two walked

same time, in the arena

a fierce battle

tremendous strength, and their powers were evenly matched. Powerful force swept through the surroundings of the arena, which shook many weaker martial artists off

of Abomination. Powerful energy compelled to dodge the attacks

the arena, Donovan cupped

Looking at Donovan, the monk’s face was slightly pale. “The Blithe