"Crimson Fire Sword!"
Zhao Huaian let out a sharp shout, and the Crimson Fire Sword instantly appeared in his palm.
The Crimson Fire Sword had originally been called the Blazing Fire Sword.
However, to better match his primary cultivation art, the Crimson Fire Sword Art, Zhao Huaian had renamed it the Crimson Fire Sword.
Suppressing his excitement, Zhao Huaian stood still, his thoughts surging. He tossed the sword into the air.
The Crimson Fire Sword instantly floated in midair, following Zhao Huaian's thoughts.
"Come on, let's see how powerful this Crimson Fire Sword is with Object Control!"
Zhao Huaian murmured to himself, his thoughts surging as anticipation filled his eyes.
Whoosh!!!
A piercing whistle cut through the air. The Crimson Fire Sword shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, racing high above.
"Faster, faster!"
Zhao Huaian urged it on with all his might. The spiritual energy in his mind began to spread slowly, reinforcing his Object Control.
The Crimson Fire Sword flew faster and farther.
At last, the Crimson Fire Sword stopped more than two thousand meters away. Its speed gradually dwindled, and it lost the power to keep flying forward.
"More than two thousand meters. That's the limit!"
Zhao Huaian gritted his teeth and hooked a finger. The Crimson Fire Sword swiftly retraced its path and landed in his palm.
"Still, that's not bad. At more than two thousand meters, I can kill an enemy from a distance with my sword. If I use Flying Needles alongside it, the power should be even more astonishing."
Zhao Huaian murmured, his expression growing ever more satisfied.
Those two thousand meters marked the limit of his spiritual energy, not the limit of Object Control.
If his spiritual energy grew stronger and his cultivation deepened, the Crimson Fire Sword's range would