Investing in the Empress's junior sister, she broke through her defenses after comparison.

The mission... is complete.

Its eyes held even greater piety and gentleness, and even a hint of relief.

Finally, it no longer has to bear this eternal loneliness and mission, and can finally get a good night's sleep.

Ye Feng weighed the Thunder Emperor Sword in his hand.

It was extremely heavy to the touch. On the blade, golden-purple lightning runes flickered intermittently, each flash accompanied by the rhythm of laws.

"Hmm, the portion size is alright."

He gave a critique, then extended his finger and lightly flicked the ancient patterns on the sword.

Ding!

A clear sword cry, transformed into a tangible sound wave, spread out, even causing the surrounding raging lightning to momentarily freeze.

"The sound was also quite clear."

Ye Feng nodded again, seemingly quite satisfied.

His demeanor was nothing like that of someone appraising a supreme divine artifact that wields the power of heavenly punishment; it was more like him picking out a decent-looking radish at a market.

This posture caused Thor, who had just caught his breath, to feel another surge of blood and qi, almost making him faint.

The artifact possesses a spirit!

Especially for a supreme being like the Thunder Emperor Sword, born from chaos and wielding the power of punishment, the arrogance of its sword spirit is practically etched into its very bones!

It acknowledges Ye Feng as the chosen one, but that doesn't mean it will easily and completely submit!

as predicted!

The moment Ye Feng finished speaking, thousands of lightning runes on the Thunder Emperor Sword suddenly shone brightly!

A domineering, ruthless, and merciless kingly will, which regards all things as straw dogs, surged wildly into Ye Feng's mind along the hilt of the sword!

"Submit! Or be destroyed!"

That will, carrying the majesty of judging all the heavens, attempted to completely crush Ye Feng's soul and brand it with its slave mark!

This is the final test before the new master ascends the throne! It's also a show of force by the divine artifact to its master!

If an ordinary god-king were here, his soul would probably be crushed into dust by this terrifying monarchical will in a single encounter!

Thor's heart leaped into his throat. He stared intently at Ye Feng, eager to see how he would handle this final danger!

However, Ye Feng's reaction once again exceeded everyone's expectations.

Faced with the king's will that was powerful enough to overwhelm even the soul, he didn't even raise an eyebrow.

"Oh? You've got quite a temper."

He chuckled softly and gently shook his left hand, which was gripping the sword hilt.

It wasn't about using the power of one's soul to fight back, nor was it about urging one's own will to retaliate; it was simply... physically, it swayed.

As he moved, the gourd at his waist also swung.

A faint, almost imperceptible aroma of wine, imbued with the mellow scent of countless ages, seeped silently into the Thunder Emperor Sword along his arm.

hum-

That domineering, kingly will that had just been about to judge the heavens let out a violent lament the moment it came into contact with the aroma of wine!

It's as if a high and mighty emperor suddenly encounters the ancient god who created him!

That arrogant, cold, and ruthless will couldn't even last a moment before the aroma of wine; it was completely washed away, purified, and dissolved...

Instead, there is a primal fear, a tremor in the face of a higher level of life!

The next second, that will became incredibly obedient and gentle, even carrying a hint of flattery and fawning, and cautiously rubbed against Ye Feng's soul.

The feeling was like a kitten that was just baring its teeth and claws, but after being scolded by its owner by the scruff of its neck, it immediately rolled over and begged for a pat on the back of its belly.

"Well, that's good."

Ye Feng nodded in satisfaction, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

He turned around and looked at the father and daughter Thor, who were completely petrified and looked like two statues.

Thor opened his mouth, making a gurgling sound in his throat, but couldn't utter a single word.

What did he see?

The backlash from the Thunder Emperor Sword's will! Just like that... it was resolved by a wisp of alcohol?