For Great Shang

"Was it really that easy?" Lu Chuan scratched his head.

Di Xin had actually gained the Minghong Blade's recognition.

Just as people chose weapons that suited their hands, some divine weapons with spirits were even pickier than people. They, too, chose masters worthy of them.

This process also depended greatly on fate.

But Lu Chuan would not know that the reason the Minghong Blade had chosen Di Xin was because it carried the past of having been cast aside by the Yellow Emperor, and so it would seek a master who had been betrayed by others.

Di Xin had now been abandoned by the whole world.

Of course, there was another point: Di Xin's strength and domineering aura here had also won its recognition. He was worthy of it.

Today, it had returned to the world for no other reason than to contend with the Xuanyuan Sword.

It and the Xuanyuan Sword had come from the same furnace, like twins born of the same mother, only their later fates had been utterly different.

The elder brother had grown up amid endless glory, his name known throughout the world, his might shaking the Three Realms. But the younger brother had nearly been destroyed by their father the moment it was born, and later had even been branded with the name of ill omen.

Faced with such an unfair fate, what living being with intelligence would not want revenge?

Lu Chuan stared at Di Xin, who held the blade in his hand.

If it had not been suppressed and banned by the Yellow Emperor, but instead left in the mortal world, this blade should also have left behind a mighty legend no less than the Xuanyuan Sword's, right?

Today was the day its legend began.

Rumble!

That group of feudal lords led