This sword was too fast, too ruthless—so fast it seemed to outstrip time itself, so fast that even Zhao Sheng and Zhao Xuanjing failed to react in that instant.
At the very moment the two of them sensed something was wrong and were about to strike with all their might, a blood‑stained iron sword suddenly tumbled down from above.
The iron sword's radiance was dim, yet the blade exuded boundless killing intent. At a single glance it was as if one saw a mountain of corpses and a Blood Sea, countless wronged souls rising and sinking, wailing within that sea of blood, innumerable broken weapons and fragmented blades piled into mountains, ceaselessly releasing a sky‑piercing baleful aura.
At this moment, right in the center of the iron sword's blade, there was now an all‑new knife mark, three inches long and half an inch deep.
In a flash like lightning and flint, a crystal‑clear little knife appeared out of thin air and hacked viciously onto the iron sword's body.
