"Ah!! If I die because of this spiritual artifact, I'll be a laughingstock!" Li Xiaoya felt that his magic power was almost completely drained. Having lost too much blood, he was beginning to feel dizzy as well.
Just as Li Xiaoya was sinking into despair, the Fire Dragon Sword finally stopped drawing his magic power and blood. Its dazzling red and yellow radiance slowly faded, too. When Li Xiaoya opened his eyes, the sight before him made him cry out, "This! This is...!"
The Fire Dragon Sword, originally just over a foot long, had somehow become a sword more than four feet long. Its appearance was no different from that of the little sword, but its blade now shone with shifting red and yellow light. Two balls of light, one red and one yellow, spiraled around the blade, weaving past each other. A dangerous aura emanated from within.
"This is incredible!" Li Xiaoya exclaimed excitedly. He was just about to swing the sword and test his treasure's might when he staggered and nearly fell to the ground. Only then did he remember that his magic power had almost been sucked dry. With his severe blood loss on top of that, his body could hardly stand any exertion. Still, he could not bear to leave without testing the treasure's power, so he forced himself to stand steady. Recalling the first sword move in the jade slip, he set his feet in a staggered stance, neither perpendicular nor fully splayed. He raised the Fire Dragon Sword high in his right hand, guarding it with his left. Suddenly, he stepped forward with his right foot, drew the sword back alongside his body, and thrust it fiercely forward.
Whoosh! As the Fire Dragon Sword thrust forward, a piercing whistle rang out. An enormous fireball,