The Treasured Artifact, Flame Dragon Divine Sword

When Xia Ping completely took control of the treasure sword, the flames erupting around it were immediately drawn back in. Then, the image of a flame dragon surfaced upon the blade.

It also seemed to be engraved with countless fiery characters, containing inconceivable power.

"Flame Dragon Divine Sword!"

Instinctively, Xia Ping sensed an indescribable aura from the sword. Countless streams of information flowed through the depths of his mind, as though this were the sword's true name.

"I wonder how powerful it is?"

Xia Ping gripped the sword and gave it a light sweep. The true essence within him surged, causing the sword to blaze brilliantly. A shadowy force of flame seemed to stir the fire elements between heaven and earth.

Countless flames gathered together, condensing into a sharp, high-temperature Sword Qi of fire!

Bang!

He lightly slashed at the wall of earth before him. That incomparably sharp fiery Sword Qi erupted, tearing through layer after layer of obstruction. The rocks in the ground were sliced apart like tofu, leaving behind a deep rift.

The flames boiled and crackled. The shattered stones were immediately scorched by the fire, and after only a few breaths, they melted into magma.

"What sharp Sword Qi, what terrifying flames." Xia Ping was instantly delighted. He could tell that this Flame Dragon Divine Sword was an extraordinarily powerful treasure sword—peerlessly sharp and capable of piercing anything.

With it in hand, his attack power could increase severalfold at the very least. Ordinary objects could not withstand the sword's sharp aura at all; cutting iron like mud was merely the least of its abilities.

"No wonder that Demon King died beneath this sword, its heart pierced through with a single strike. This sword truly is an extraordinary treasure." Xia Ping was immensely satisfied.

He had never expected