In the bedroom, Zhao Zuo sat on the edge of his bed and took out the Defiled Blood Saber from his Storage Bag.
The blade was about 1.2 meters long and faintly exuded a bloody aura. Its sheath, however, was a discreet and understated black. It was made of a metal that could suppress the fluctuations of a Magical Artifact, preventing the saber's sanguine stench from leaking out and arousing others' suspicion.
Zhao Zuo applied a bit of force with his right hand and drew the Defiled Blood Saber. Its blade had a slight curve and was a deep crimson, similar in color to Bloodstone. A thick, un-dissipating smell of blood clung to the edge, intertwined with a frigid Evil Qi born from excessive slaughter.
A straight, dark-red line ran down both sides of the blade, and its spine was especially thick. This construction made the blade sturdier and suitable for two-handed cleaving, though its drawback was a slight reduction in speed.
"What a vicious blade."
