Emperor-grade Treasure Saber

Bang!

Sword Qi shot from Lu Ming's fingertips, striking the gray stone directly. Unexpectedly, the seemingly unremarkable stone merely trembled slightly and did not shatter.

The dried corpse, however, suddenly crumbled into powder beneath the spreading shockwave, scattering across the ground.

Lu Ming examined it again and again, confirming that this was no illusion. The dried corpse truly was an empty shell stripped of all its power, like a cicada's discarded husk.

Only then did he look back at the gray stone. Seeing nothing unusual about it, he curled his fingers into a claw and released a powerful suction force toward the saber hilt.

Hum, hum!

In an instant, the hilt began to shake violently. Lu Ming controlled it as he slowly pulled it outward, soon revealing a section of blood-red blade.

He still could not sense the slightest unusual aura from it. It seemed to be an ordinary weapon, so he did not hesitate and pulled the entire saber free.

The next moment, the winds and clouds abruptly changed. As soon as the blade was fully drawn, a ringing clang sounded, and a heaven-shaking sharp radiance suddenly surged from the blade, shooting straight into the sky.

In an instant, the high heavens were dyed scarlet, as though a rain of blood were falling.

The saber itself also rang rapidly, as though trying to break free from his control and fly away.

"What a Blade of Slaughter. Stay!"

Lu Ming's eyes shone brightly as he increased the suction force. Yet to his surprise, the blade struggled even more fiercely, while a violent, bloodthirsty aura surged madly toward him.

Lu Ming felt as though he had suddenly been cast into a sea of blood. Beneath him, blood flowed until it floated pestles, corpses piled into islands, a scene of utmost horror.