This Sword Is 6.47 Centimeters Long and Weighs 0.5 Grams

"Because... dealing with you doesn't require a saber." Song Shuhang said calmly.

"Hahahaha." The Hamster Fiend laughed furiously, its paw gripping the toothpick-like treasured sword at its side. "You'll regret this, Song! Shu! Hang!"

As it spoke, its aura gathered.

A dazzling Sword Qi condensed and compressed within the scabbard of the sword in its paw.

The Hamster Fiend's bearing was like the sharp sword about to leave its sheath—cold and keen.

Its eyes locked firmly onto Song Shuhang, its face icy and ruthless. "This sword is a rare treasured sword among Fourth-Grade weapons. It is 6.47 centimeters long and weighs 0.5 grams. Don't let its small size fool you. It is a rare weapon beneath the heavens, capable of slicing through a Fourth-Grade Cultivator's protective Innate True Essence with ease."

In other words, this toothpick-like sword was on the same level as the Overlord Shatter Saber, and could cut through a Fourth-Grade Cultivator's flesh.

At this moment, the Hamster Fiend was just like a true swordsman.

If its body were enlarged a little and it were changed into a white-robed human cultivator, it would definitely look incredibly cool. Unfortunately, it was only a tiny hamster. Even if it wore white robes... it was still a hamster—a white-robed hamster swordsman!

Song Shuhang: "..."

He discovered that he could actually see a "cold and ruthless" expression on that mouse's face. It was far too bizarre. Could it be because he had lived together with Doudou for a while not long ago? That Pekingese's expressions were especially rich. As a result, had he actually learned how to read the expressions of "animals"?

"If you don't use a saber, what will you use to fight me?" the white-robed hamster swordsman asked arrogantly. "Or do you think I won't kill an enemy who is