The black-clad man looked at the scene and burst into mocking laughter. "Covered in wounds like that, you can barely stand. What are you going to use to fight me?"
Seeing Lin Xiaowan take out her former sword, he sneered even more. "Right now, you're just like that broken sword—covered in nicks and easily snapped by anyone."
Watching the black-clad man prattle on, Chu Youwei frowned. "Xiao Wan, attack. Don't let him stall for time. If the others break in, we're finished."
Lu Feng flicked his wrist, and a streak of black light flashed into view.
"Use this sword!"
Lin Xiaowan caught it in astonishment. The instant it landed in her hand, her gloomy expression turned to boundless delight, her eyes fixed firmly on the longsword in her grasp.
The longsword had no sheath and was pitch-black throughout. Its blade was long and narrow, its front engraved with zigzag patterns like lightning. Amid its sharpness lay a hint of free-spirited pride.
From afar, it looked like a bolt of thunder racing through the night. The cold gleam from its edge was as icy as lightning, carrying a chilling aura.
"Sword Seventeen, Nightspring Nether!"
"This is the treasured sword you gave me!"
Lin Xiaowan's hand holding the sword trembled slightly with excitement.
Ever since the battle at the Sword Ruins, Lu Feng had intended to give this sword to Lin Xiaowan. But at the time, he had been concerned about her temperament and strength, afraid that word would spread and attract the covetous eyes of evildoers, bringing needless danger. Thus, he had delayed until now.
Since he had already begun spreading word of those Heaven-grade treasured swords,
he no longer needed to worry that Lin Xiaowan would be coveted for possessing such a sword. She could now display it openly.
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