Su Yu, filled with a hint of anticipation, sliced at his wrist with Mo Yuan. The tough skin that could easily resist ordinary blades was effortlessly cut open.
Immediately, a stream of fresh blood gushed out, pouring over the Mo Yuan Saber's pitch-black blade.
The next moment, Mo Yuan seemed to come alive. Its dark blade trembled, greedily devouring the blood.
A moment later, on the blade that was once as black as an abyss, the silver cloud-like patterns from the hundred-refinement process began to glow with an eerie, dark red luster!
It was as if a blood-red dying sun had been forcefully bled into a sky of dark, heavy clouds, exuding a breathtaking, murderous beauty.
VMMMM—
After devouring the blood, the Mo Yuan Saber's blade vibrated intensely, spontaneously letting out a cry like a dragon's roar!
In that instant, Su Yu felt a jolt deep within his soul and immediately perceived a wondrous, binding connection.
'A Saber Spirit!'
