Attributes of the Nethersea Seven Kill Sword

The Chen Clan had taken root on this land for two hundred years. Through wind and rain, it had accumulated many houses and small courtyards, all standing quietly beneath the moonlight.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded from outside the small courtyard, and Chen Mu ran in, panting. "Grandpa, what was that just now? I felt a powerful sword energy pierce straight through the clouds. Even my Martial Soul trembled."

Chen Feng, who lived in the same room as Chen Mu, came over at the sound as well, muttering as he walked, "Yeah, second granduncle, that was seriously loud. In the middle of the night, why did you make such huge sword energy?"

Chen Mu rolled his eyes at Chen Feng. "Where did you learn that accent? It's pathetic."

Chen Feng smiled indifferently. "Get lost! Second granduncle, why were you so worked up just now? Picking a fight with the air?"

Chen Cong's face darkened with speechlessness, and he shook his head helplessly.

At this moment, Chen Jianjun and the others also came over one after another. They gathered around Chen Cong and quietly waited for him to continue. Even Xia Yun had come.

Chen Cong took a deep breath and slowly said, "Tomorrow, Xiaojun will practice the formation with you."

"???" Everyone looked at one another.

Just then, light flashed in Chen Xiaojun's left hand, and the Nethersea Seven Kill Sword appeared in his grasp. The blade emitted a faint, cold glow that made people shrink back in fear.

"The Seven Kill Sword!" everyone cried out in unison.

Chen Jianjun rushed forward excitedly and gripped Chen Xiaojun tightly by both shoulders. "Xiaojun, you have the Seven Kill Sword now?"

Chen Xiaojun smiled and nodded. "Brother, yes."

"Good, good, good." Chen Jianjun was a little too excited.

Chen Mu, however, asked with