“What’s up with the sword behind you?”
Seeing that Philip was carrying a sword, Hardy asked suspiciously.
“This sword belonged to the guy who made the first move. It’s no ordinary sword. I’ll take good care of this sword for him.”
As he spoke, Philip patted the hilt of the sword.
Elder Whitmore said with tears running down his face, “Claire’s ability was inherited from her father’s bloodline. It’s heaven’s grace that I was able to see it again in my lifetime.”
“The power of her father’s bloodline? For her to explode with such power and defensive ability, it’s not an overstatement to say it’s likely Grade A.”
On the side, Hardy was tempted to win her over.
The source of power of the nine royal families came from the bloodline power inherited from the nine great beasts, holy beasts, or ferocious beasts passed down from ancient times. Due to the mighty power of their bloodline, they managed to maintain their supremacy for such a long time.
Elder Whitmore shook his head and said, “The bloodline power in this child’s body is not that strong, and it’s greatly affected by her emotions. Under normal circumstances, her combat power won’t increase that much.”
Hardy lost interest after hearing this and found a fairly open space to take a break.
The fight finally came to an end, but there was no sign of another door opening, so Philip suspected that the reason lay with the remaining three balls of sword intent.
He took out Caelum Sword, transformed it into a tiny dagger, and let it absorb the sword intent.
As humans could not absorb sword intent, the others did not care too much about the sword intent disappearing out of the blue.
When the last shred of sword intent disappeared, the wall on the opposite slowly opened to both sides, revealing another huge stone room.
The room looked brighter due to the mirror-like walls.
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