The strange thing is that it will return to its original state within one night at most.

If a spiritual sword becomes dusty on its own, the only possibility is that it does not recognize its current owner!

"You really don't want to recognize me as Lord?"

Feng Wuchen murmured his question, but the Heavenly Wrath Sword still showed no reaction at all.

Seeing this, Feng Wuchen's face darkened a little, and his tone became a little serious: "In normal times, I might give you more time, but the current situation is critical, but I can't tolerate you!"

After that, he focused his sword energy on the Tianwu Sword, turning it into a thin light visible to the naked eye in the center of the sword.

As if sensing the threat of the thin light, the sword trembled slightly.

"If you regard me as my master and can be used by me, you are my brother and sister! On the contrary, if you cannot be used by me, you are just a pile of junk!"

"I'll count to three. If you still refuse to recognize me as your master, I will break you and find other weapons! Even without you, I still have other means to escape from this ice prison!"

After saying that, Feng Wuchen's eyes were full of determination and he started counting:

"one!"

"two!"

"three!"

"It seems you have already made your choice!"

"Whoosh!"
Chapter completed!