I took a look. Since it was only forged metal in its current form, I wouldn't feel too bad if I damaged it, so I drew the Godslayer Sword and gave it a clean slash. The dark-green iron block merely showed a scratch. It was truly formidable. Delighted, I reached out to pick it up, only to find that it was indeed as unbearably heavy as Han Shanshan had said.
"The density is certainly sufficient, but this kind of metal is better suited for making an iron pestle. If I forge a sword out of it, will my waist survive?" I was caught between laughter and tears. Although I could easily lift the thing by channeling my meridian power, its excessive weight would affect too many things. I wasn't planning to use it to trade blows with enemies. The most important thing was that meridian power had to flow smoothly through the sword.
"Who would've thought even you couldn't handle it? Try some of the others," Han Shanshan said.
I soon continued testing the metals with the Godslayer Sword. After a few casual swipes, all those materials were sliced into tofu. They were completely unusable. Of course, using the Godslayer Sword against these unworked materials was bullying them. But if they couldn't even withstand a single blow, the strength of anything forged from them would be worrying as well. Thus, I said, "These are like sheets of paper. None of them will do. Is that all you have?"
"You're the pickiest person I've ever met. Forget these materials—even the ones I ordered again are things other people couldn't obtain even after pounding down the door. Honestly, the Immortal-Slaughtering Sword is something else. If it knew its master was so picky, how could it have broken?" Han Shanshan looked thoroughly frustrated.