No Sword in Hand, No Sword in Heart

"Roar..."

The dragon's roar rang through the heavens, lingering for a long time.

Five drops of dragon essence blood fell onto the anvil. The Heavenly Human Divine Sword seemed to transform into a golden wrathful dragon, struggling to break free from someone's grasp and soar into the sky.

Yet the hammer imbued with resolve always fell at precisely the right moment.

The dragon's roar grew lower and lower, descending from furious rage into mournful wails.

Crack—

Fine cracks spread across it from end to end. At last, with a bang, it exploded into a rain of gold. Vanishing along with it were the aura of imperial ambition within the sword and the bloodstains the Blood God had left behind.

The divine sword thus dimmed.

After all, only thirty percent of the swordsman's sword aura remained within it.

Having lost seventy percent of its Divine Charm, its divine might had greatly diminished. It seemed on the verge of falling out of the ranks of divine weapons altogether.

"But without the divine sword, how are we supposed to deal with the next heavenly calamity?"

After the hazy blood-red face's astonishment, a trace of cold mockery surfaced again.

Though it had been reforged, the result seemed no different?

He could no longer influence the divine sword.

But Heavenly Human City had likewise lost its greatest reliance.

This fragment of his will was about to vanish and could leave at any moment, yet he watched with amused interest, wanting to see how Li Mo would clean up this mess.

"That is..."

"A hammer can use sword techniques?"

Uproar broke out among the Celestial Tribe.

It was noon. The blazing sun hung overhead, and after the blood mist dispersed, the blue sky looked as though it had been freshly washed. When the Blood God inadvertently