This Blood Sword was a two-handed sword, over three chi long and three fingers wide. It had only one edge, and that edge was shaped like serrated teeth. Being struck by it would be like having one's body torn open by fangs—an absolutely agonizing pain.
Patterns covered the blade, all depicting mutilated corpses. The hilt also seemed to be wrapped in human skin. This sword was likely some kind of demonic sword.
Eight crystal coffins stood around the stone platform, each containing a woman. Among them were the women Zhao Fu had seen before: Diana, the Moon Goddess; Sejuani, the Fury of the North; Sivir, the Battle Mistress...
Besides the six he had seen, there were two he had never encountered.
One wore a green bodysuit and a green mask. She had long jet-black hair and an exceptionally slender figure. Though her face could not be seen clearly, she felt like an extraordinarily beautiful woman.
She was identified as Akali, the Fist of Shadow.
The other was dressed provocatively, yet seemed to be wearing nothing at all, with only plants concealing her body. She had flaming red hair, a beautiful face, and an imposing aura. Her hands were plant-like claws.
She was identified as Zyra, the Rise of Thorns.
After Zhao Fu entered, a figure happily pounced toward him. It was a young girl with exquisite features, long blood-red hair, and blood-red pupils brimming with cruelty. Moreover, she wore nothing at all.
"Master! You are my master now! Hurry and take me—let me follow you and slaughter the world!" The girl threw herself onto Zhao Fu and cried out in wild delight.
Looking at the girl, Zhao Fu guessed that she was the sword spirit of the Blood Sword on the stone platform. He lowered his head to look at