"Heh-heh, so you're Tianjin, the Young Dao Venerable of the Tianlu Dao? It seems the Tianlu Dao will be needing a new Young Dao Venerable today." I answered with a cold laugh of my own.
Those words immediately darkened the young immortal's expression. "No one has ever dared speak to this Young Dao Venerable like that. You're the first, and you'll probably be the last. Do you really think that everyone born into a sect is all looks and no ability?"
"That's hard to say. In any case, as far as I'm concerned, you're useless at everything you try to do." I gave a cheeky grin, but before my voice had even faded, Tianjin swept out his sleeve, and a divine sword appeared in his hand.
It was a broadsword, strangely hollow in the middle, with a series of round objects embedded inside, each resembling hollow colored glass. When he shook his hand, an incessant humming rang out. Every object nearby that resembled a pottery jar or cup was instantly shattered by the low, deep shockwaves. One could well imagine that if this thing were truly used as a weapon, it would be nothing short of a divine artifact of interference to any enemy!
"That's Chongguang Po, one of the Tianlu Dao's Three Sacred Swords!"
"It really is Chongguang Po!"
"This sword was formed from meteoric iron, its bells made from dragon bone, and tempered with the essence of heaven, earth, sun, and moon. They say that the moment it is wielded, the winds and clouds churn and the world takes on a new face."
"Heh, do you think this sword is merely powerful? You probably don't know what it means for it to be drawn!"
"Among the Three Sacred Swords, the Tianlu Sword was forged in the Heavenly Furnace