Zing!
The sword was drawn.
Fang Yu quickly grabbed Xu Zhaopei's finger, Gang Qi like a knife, slicing through her finger, causing blood to seep out.
Telekinetic control.
The Blood Pearl, crystalline and translucent, fell onto the Dragon Roar Sword.
Plop.
Howl!
A dull sound, seemingly the lamenting voice of a tiny Divine Dragon, strongly disliking this drop of blood, let out a muffled howl.
Then the light dispersed.
The Dragon Roar Sword turned into an ordinary long sword.
The blade also lost its luster.
No matter judging by appearance or feeling its power, it seemed like an ordinary sword.
The Ordinary Blood quickly scabbed, sticking to the blade.
Fang Yu nodded slightly, saying, "Indeed, the Ordinary Blood is miraculous! Even an Immortal Spiritual Artifact can become an ordinary object."
Ye Wenjun was also surprised by the sight.
