"Thatâs right, Master, I sense the Instrument Soul in the sword youâre holding. Itâs just that this sword seems to be sealed, which is why the Instrument Soul hasnât 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 Kingâs Tool, only it was under a seal.
"How do we break the seal?" Ye Luo couldnât help but ask. If he could break the seal on the Lingyun Sword, he would possess two Kingâs Tools. That would be awesome.
"I donât know, the seal on this sword is very strong, it wonât be easy to unlock,"
"Then letâs forget it. Having one Kingâs Tool is also good." Ye Luo knew that he could not unlock the seal on the Lingyun Sword, and he didnât feel too disappointed.
At that moment, the Instrument 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 time I withstand an attack, your True Qi will be hugely depleted."
"No way, is that so? Youâre at least a Kingâs Tool and a superior grade Kingâs Tool at that. Yet youâre 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 Kingâs Tool, I also change according to the masterâs strength. The stronger you are, the more power I can unleash. When you become 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 seemed 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, whatâs wrong with you? Are you alright?"
At this time, Leng Ruobing saw Ye Luo standing still as if in a daze, and couldnât help but show a worried expression on her face.
"Oh, Iâm 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 some confusion. He then told her about the Eight Feet Mirror.
Although it wasnât appropriate to tell others about such things since once the news that he possessed a Kingâs Tool got out, it would surely attract a group of experts to vie for it, he believed that Leng Ruobing wouldnât betray him.
After hearing what Ye Luo said, Leng Ruobing showed a look of surprise, obviously shocked.
"Iâve only heard of Spiritual Artifacts; Iâve never heard of a Kingâs Tool before. I didnât expect the Eight Feet Mirror to be so powerful," Leng Ruobing exclaimed with surprised eyes.
"I didnât expect to have such good luck myself." Ye Luo revealed a hint of a smile on his lips. Coming to the Imperial Palace this time seemed 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 me whatever you like,"
"Since youâre called the Eight Feet Mirror, Iâll call you Xiao Ba," Ye Luo named it rather casually.
"Ruo Bing, itâs been so long, letâs go. Itâs 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 hadnât 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 youâre going!"
A voice, full of authority, rang out, and a figure appeared behind Ye Luo with lightning speed, sending out a palm strike that seemed 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 emerged, 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 unharmed, with the Eight Feet Mirror floating before him, emitting a dazzling glow, having thwarted the opponentâs strike.
"This..."
At this moment, the Fifth-Level Saint Realm Imperial Guard was staring in astonishment at the scene before him, and both Ye Luo and Leng Ruobing had witnessed the impressiveness of the Eight Feet Mirrorâindeed, 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 seemed like it wouldnât last for many more uses.
"The Eight Feet Mirror!"
"How could the Eight Feet Mirror be in your hands? Youâve actually gained the recognition of the Eight Feet Mirror?"
At that moment, an incredulous voice sounded, and Miyamoto Takeshi walked over, with a group of Imperial Guards in tow, encircling Ye Luo and Leng Ruobing.
Miyamoto Takeshiâs gaze was fixed intently on the Eight Feet Mirror, his eyes filled with disbelief, and the several Saint Realm experts present revealed their astonishment.
Then Ye Luo put away the Eight Feet Mirror and looked solemnly at Miyamoto Takeshi, positioning himself in front of Leng Ruobing.
"So youâve 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 me? Hand over the Eight Feet Mirror and tell me 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 Luoâs face showed a disdainful smile, "If Iâm going to die either way, why should I tell you? Besides, killing me wonât 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 donât 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 Iâll show you the strength of Miyamoto Takeshi, and I will see for myself what abilities Yamaguchi Momoeâs 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.