Lin Lang reached out and gripped the sword's hilt, only to feel a savage force knock his hand away.
This excited him even more. This sword had a spirit-it was absolutely a true divine weapon!
Duan Shuai sneered. "Don't waste your strength. This sword might be the legendary Xuanyuan Divine Sword. You can't draw it."
"Aren't you a descendant of Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan? Why doesn't this sword acknowledge you? It won't even let you touch it."
He looked at Nie Renwang again. Hadn't he said so? There was no way Lin Lang was a descendant of Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan.
He and Nie Renwang had actually tried many times. Who wouldn't want the Xuanyuan Divine Sword?
Even if its spirituality had faded after years without use, even if its Sword Heart was dying, it was still unquestionably a supreme divine weapon.
Moreover, the Xuanyuan Divine Sword was said to slay demons. Duan Shuai also knew the dangers of the Fire Kirin Sword. If he could obtain the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, the Duan family would surely reclaim the position of Sword Chief!
Lin Lang glanced at Duan Shuai. "So you two have tried as well, but neither of you could master it?"
He didn't know whether he was some so-called chosen one, but even if he wasn't, he would subdue destiny itself.
The greatest regret in life wasn't never finding treasure, but seeing it and being unable to take it away, then spending countless sleepless nights afterward.
If he couldn't take it, he would make that treasure disappear forever.
Regret was for others. Happiness was for him.
Lin Lang reached out and gripped the hilt again. One of his arms turned golden, releasing an overpowering aura of dragon might.
If anyone in this world could draw the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, who besides