"Heh heh, Little Immortal Lord, if you don't have the diamond drill, how dare you take on porcelain work? Now that you've got a good sword in your hands, you don't dare exert yourself?" Xiu Tianguan looked at me, growing rather smug.
I smiled and said, "It's not that I can't shatter it, but a good sword shouldn't be destroyed in my hands over something like this. It should break in the midst of meeting the enemy and fighting to the death."
"A good sword should indeed break while facing the enemy, but how would you know the magnificence of sword qi arching like a rainbow, or the pride of sword intent looking down on all beneath heaven? How would you know the resolve of a sword that would rather break than endure being scorned?" Xiu Tianguan shouted angrily, blaming me for denying that this sword was sturdy enough.
I frowned. This old woman had been named Xu Jianjiao, and she truly was a natural-born sword enthusiast. She maintained absolute confidence in the swords she forged, too. If I didn't show her a little color, this matter would never end today.
Bai Ruoqi and Lu Wan looked at me worriedly. They both seemed convinced that I absolutely couldn't shatter this sword.
I sighed inwardly, lifted the sword, and immediately let Profound Heaven Demonic Qi invade it, driving it with the power of my new Dao Body. In an instant, the innate demonic qi boiled like scalding water, shaking the sword until it trembled violently and rang out with a buzzing plea for mercy. And I had only used half my strength.
"This is a good sword. Rather than shattering it, I'd rather leave it for someone fated to have it. Xu Tianguan, let's leave it at that." I held the