Before it was drawn, this sword looked utterly ordinary—nothing more than a rusty iron sword sold in a weapon shop for one silver coin, with room to haggle it down by three copper coins. But when the Revenge Domain Emperor drew the sword from behind his back, every Heaven-rank powerhouse carrying a weapon felt as though they could barely breathe, as if their weapons had been cowed into shrinking back. That intimidation, born from the depths of the heart, was like small animals being terrified at the appearance of a tiger. It possessed the innate majesty of a king, something no amount of acquired effort could replace, nor could brute strength of mere appearance resist.
The Black Demon Scythe in the Two-Faced King's hand gave a faint hum that went on and on.
It was a bloodthirsty cry of delight.
As though a powerful warrior had spotted his fated enemy and felt his blood boil.
Not only the demon scythe—even deep within the Two-Faced King's eyes, a bloodthirsty gleam flickered. He seemed barely able to restrain himself from launching into a massacre, forcing himself to endure with sheer will as he waited for the best opportunity.
The moment that ordinary sword was drawn, it transformed into a dazzling, flashing silver lightsword.
It did not swing, remaining motionless.
Yet the entire sky immediately became a beautiful, speckled starry firmament.
Once it spun and glided in its master's hand, the spatial passage showed signs of being sliced apart by an invisible sharp weapon, as though it might collapse at any moment.
The Heaven-rank powerhouses present suddenly felt a pain in their hearts, as though the Lightgod Sword had cut deep into their souls, leaving them bleeding without end. Aside from the Two-Faced King holding the Black Demon Scythe, Ming Rihao playing dumb,