With a single exchange, the elite of the former Nightmare Eye, the traitor who had run rampant through hell and the abyss, was beheaded.
Without any ability to resist, he met the most absolute death!
It was not that his skill was lacking, nor that his strength was insufficient. By nature, he had become meat on the chopping block!
He had chosen the wrong opponent...
In Yuan Yuan's hands, the shrill sound of metal grinding rang out continuously.
Iron Crystal Proliferation!
The once broad and heavy Holy Mark Relic had actually begun to grow a second time.
When the Stigmata of the Mountain Lord once more followed the ritual and combined with Cheng Huang's power, it erupted again—the starving tiger freed from its cage greedily devoured the enemy's blood and bone, converting them into its own mass.
Not only did the original hilt grow longer and longer, but the blade itself also began to extend with the iron crystals. Its original length of three feet six inches rapidly doubled.
Like a spear...
It had already surpassed the bounds of an ordinary greatsword. It grew ever more exaggerated, tracing back and drawing closer to a more ancient past, until it took on its final savage form.
Upon the bloodstained spine of the sword, an incised seal-like inscription emerged, bringing the blessing of the Dongxia Lineage.
—Shangfang!
Once a symbol of majesty that guarded the True Dragon and slew traitors—a miracle born from the nurturing of East Xia's dragon veins, power forged specifically to preserve the purity of those dragon veins and target betrayers.
It would not be wrong to call it Dragon Blood Crystal!
On the battlefield, it was a Horse-Slaying Sword that punished the disloyal, unstoppable even against ten thousand troops. Within its own ranks, it was a purging weapon