The giant blade was embedded among the white bones on the ground.
Lu Yingtian was considered tall, but when he stood in front of this giant blade, his height was merely about one-fifth of this Immortal Weapon.
He took a deep breath, and his body swelled with the wind.
When his body had grown to nearly match the giant blade, he reached out to grasp the hilt of the blade.
"Ah..." A low growl escaped him, his arms bulging with veins, as he exerted considerable effort to slowly lift the blade.
Holding this Ancient Immortal Weapon, rusted over time, he attempted several swings.
Though his path of cultivation was not purely of the Law of Strength, among the ranks of Quasi-Saints, he was definitely considered one of the strongest.
Yet now, it was not that he couldn't swing the weapon, but rather it was so overwhelmingly heavy that even a simple swing or chop made him appear clumsy.
