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The sword left its sheath, its ringing cry piercing the heavens!

A powerful aura surged from Wuya Sword's blade, far beyond what the White Bone Sword had possessed in the past. Its sword radiance blazed brilliantly, and Chen Fan could almost sense it—the Sword Spirit within had become incomparably powerful in that instant. The mark the master of the Immortal Palace had once left upon it had finally erupted, its Killing Intent vast and mighty.

Once a long sword leaves its sheath, its edge cannot be contained; until it is stained with blood, it will not return to its sheath.

This would likely become Wuya Sword's path from now on: its sharpness fully revealed, and whenever it left its sheath, some living being would surely be destroyed.

"An immortal weapon!"

Fu Hongchen's eyes widened as well, unable to believe it.

In this world, aside from the few immortal weapons left behind by Immortal World geniuses who had come here to train in the past, no one could possibly forge an immortal weapon. Now that one had appeared, his expression finally changed drastically.

Moreover, Chen Fan's Immortal Sword Sheath had always been far too eye-catching. Immortal Qi lingered around it, light flowing in dazzling colors, while the golden lightning on Wuya Sword intertwined in sheets, blazing fiercely and brilliantly. Such boundless Immortal Qi simply did not belong in this world, causing even the void to tremble.

A trace of bitterness flashed through Fu Hongchen's eyes. He knew that he had already lost.

With Chen Fan's strength, if the Immortal Sword Sheath had not appeared, he could have narrowly won with Ice Sealing Ten Thousand Miles. But once the Immortal Sword Sheath emerged, only defeat remained for him. He had even lost the chance to strike head-on.

"I lost," Fu Hongchen murmured