Hmm? A sword?
Wait, this sword...
It was an ordinary one-handed sword in style, made of an iron-and-copper-like alloy. An excessive amount of Hell Sediment had condensed within it, nurturing the true essence of the Abyss and the embryo of calamity.
This was a Hell Weapon.
It had clearly been meticulously maintained and refined. Its balance, flexibility, and hardness were flawless.
It should have been a one-handed sword by design, but its size and length were far too great for ordinary people.
Unless its wielder was a giant...
A giant.
Huai Shi fell silent, cold sweat seeping from his forehead as his small hand trembled slightly. "Mr. Mars, this thing couldn't possibly be..."
"Yes, it's the one Grand Lord of Thunder gave me." Mars nodded calmly.
"..."
Huai Shi was silent for a long while, his expression twitching uncontrollably. "Could I, cough cough, could I have a different one?"
Big brother, I came here to attend your funeral. If you wanted me to do some work, at worst I could beat the gongs and drums to see you off. You can't suddenly shove something at me and make the whole village attend my funeral tomorrow!
Even climbing mountains of blades and diving into seas of fire wasn't this outrageous!
This was an Abyss Invitation, a Hell One-Way Ticket, a Grand Lord Duel Voucher...
As long as he held this thing, Huai Shi could enjoy the same treatment as Marcus: head to the Sea of Thunder with unobstructed passage all the way. The Great Group Lords and rulers would surround and escort him, and then he could walk into the hall with sword and boots, receive praise without being named, and proceed straight before the Grand Lord.
The only difference was that Marcus had gone there to attend a funeral feast,