It was a gray, ancient-looking sword.
Xu Xiaoshou had noticed it for quite some time.
From the moment they first met, he had wanted to pull it out.
Entirely different from Su Qianqian's "Snowfall over Tomb City," though both were famed swords, Xu Xiaoshou felt that Gu Qingyi's sword was even more mysterious.
Without "Perception," relying solely on spiritual sense, he would not have been able to detect the slightest trace of aura within its sheath.
After Gu Qingyi cleared the two of them aside, he slowly drew his sword beneath everyone's watchful eyes.
"Buzzz—"
The blade scraped against the mouth of the sheath, dragging out a piercingly harsh sound.
The crowd likewise craned their necks, eager to catch a glimpse of the famed sword's true appearance.
Yet who would have thought that once the sword was drawn, there were bandages inside it as well!
Xu Xiaoshou: "..."
Was this to keep the blade from catching a chill? It was wrapped up so tightly.
The people below also looked somewhat disappointed. They did not know whether Gu Qingyi had done this to protect the blade itself, or out of concern for everyone else's safety.
In any case, their hopes of seeing its true face had plainly come to nothing.
The blade left its sheath, and before the crowd's disappointment had faded, Gu Qingyi suddenly gripped the sword in reverse and viciously drove the famed sword wrapped in white bandages into Gu Qing'san's chest.
In an instant, everyone's eyes bulged.
Xu Xiaoshou: ???
"You can't do that!"
The referee's face turned green.
Wasn't that his own junior brother? Just because he had lost, did he have to personally finish him off? Gu Qing'san's twitching body suddenly stiffened. After blood blossomed out, he flailed his lower body violently against the ground like