161: Chapter 161 The Sword Tempts the Mind

Mo Zixing looked at Lin Zhou, who was pinned to the ground, and sighed slightly in his heart.

Not too long ago, Lin Zhou was still that high-spirited Outer Sect sword Dao Genius.

He only wanted to pursue a higher sword Dao Realm.

Unexpectedly, upon meeting again, he had already turned into this state.

Controlled by the soul-devouring sword, he had become a tool for murder.

Just at this moment.

The soul-devouring sword dropped on the ground suddenly erupted with a blinding black light.

It rose into the air without anyone controlling it and instantly fell back into Lin Zhou's hand.

His eyes, which had just regained some clarity, became empty again, and there was no expression on his face.

The hand Lin Zhou used to hold the sword gradually began to twist in a posture that defied human common sense, slowly raising it above his head.

A cold glint flashed.

He actually severed his own head with his own hand.

Fresh blood gushed out, and Lin Zhou's head rolled to the ground.

His eyes were still wide open, yet they lacked any luster.

"Ugh..."

Jiang Yuwei was seeing such a scene for the first time; she was frightened until her face turned pale, covered her mouth, turned away, and began to retch.

"Senior Brother... I feel so sick."

She said softly:

"The feeling this sword gives people... is so disgusting."

Su Li also subconsciously tightened her grip on the qinglan sword, looking with a grave expression at that eerie black sword that was still dripping blood.

Mo Zixing frowned slightly.

He and Lin Zhou indeed had no friendship.

But to watch a former fellow disciple die right before his eyes.

And in such an eerie way.

His heart inevitably felt a bit unsettled.

This soul-devouring sword was truly too sinister.

Having lost its head, Lin Zhou's body collapsed heavily to the ground, completely devoid of breath.

The soul-devouring sword flew out of his hand once again.

It spun in the air a few times and then precisely stabbed into the ground three steps away from Mo Zixing.

The sword body tilted slightly towards his direction, as if it were saluting him.

Black Devilish Qi lingered and would not dissipate; the sword seemed to possess consciousness, taking the initiative to offer an olive branch to Mo Zixing.

"His talent is too poor, and his will is too weak; he is simply unworthy of possessing me."

"In the future, there will be more and stronger enemies; with your current strength, you simply cannot protect them."

"Draw me, take me."

"As long as there are enough Divine Souls, you can become strong enough, and by then, no one will be able to harm the people you care about."

An eerie voice of unknown origin rang out.

Mo Zixing shook his head violently.

A sword is just a sword; how could it possibly have thoughts?

How could he still hear its voice?

He looked left and right.

Jiang Yuwei was still uncomfortably rubbing her temples, while Su Li was vigilantly staring at the soul-devouring sword.

Neither of them had any unusual expression on their faces.

Seeing Mo Zixing look over, they blinked in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

Su Li asked softly, her eyes filled with a trace of worry.

Mo Zixing scratched his head.

Could it be that only he could hear this voice?

Did this sword choose him?

But that's not right.

It was clearly Jiang Yuwei who sensed the Sword Intent first.

Or could it be that because his cultivation was the highest, it prioritized tempting him?

"Did you... not hear any strange sounds?"

Mo Zixing asked tentatively.

Jiang Yuwei shook her head and said softly:

"Is it the sound of me retching?"

"I didn't hear any other noises either."

Su Li also shook her head:

"What's wrong? What did you hear?"

Mo Zixing was even more confused in his heart.

Could it be that really only he could hear it?

What exactly was the difference between him and Jiang Yuwei and Su Li?

With a thought, he opened the system panel of the two women.

Both of their panels were completely normal.

Mo Zixing searched here and there, but could only find one common point, which was also something not present on his own panel.

[Loyalty: Absolute Loyalty to the person one has recognized, immunity to all mental charms, sowing discord, and mind control.]

Could it be this trait?

He had previously simply thought that this trait could prevent discord and charms in emotional relationships.

He didn't expect it to even be able to block the mental temptation of the soul-devouring sword.

Looking at it this way, this trait seemed even more useful than he had imagined.

He actually felt like getting one for himself as well.

"It's nothing."

Mo Zixing shook his head and did not explain to Su Li.

He couldn't exactly tell them that this demonic sword was tempting him to kill in his own head.

Su Li watched Mo Zixing staring blankly at the demonic sword, feeling a faint sense of unease in her heart.

She gently tugged at Mo Zixing's hand, her eyes full of worry:

"Zixing, this sword is too sinister. Have you thought of a way to deal with it?"

Jiang Yuwei also nodded vigorously:

"Yeah, Senior Brother, that guy just now seemed to have been controlled by this sword."

Mo Zixing looked at the soul-devouring sword, whose body was still trembling slightly, his eyes flickering.

Destroy it?

It seemed a bit too much of a pity.

[soul-devouring sword (Gold)] It was a gold trait with a black base that he had never seen before.

Being so unique, it must have its extraordinary aspects.

Its ability to devour Divine Souls to increase cultivation was, in every sense, a fairly Heaven-Defying existence.

Furthermore, it could increase the power of sword techniques and had actual benefits for the Cultivation Technique he was currently using.

If he could control it, his strength would see a qualitative leap.

But Lin Zhou's fate was right before his eyes.

If he didn't devour Divine Souls, he would suffer a backlash; if he devoured too many, he would also suffer a backlash.

The so-called backlash seemed to be the soul-devouring sword seizing control of the body.

This was simply a path of no return.

What method could possibly avoid these risks?

"I, actually want to..."

Mo Zixing reached out his hand and slowly moved it towards the hilt of the soul-devouring sword.