"This sword is called Dark Fantasy. It's extremely sharp, excelling in breaking through defenses. Its special ability is 'Fantasy Mist.' It can create a black poisonous mist the size of a small city, that will make anyone who breathes it hallucinate," Wu explained, passing the sword to him.
Xuefeng was quite satisfied, swinging the sword a few times until Ming pointed out, 'Not bad. It's actually a God Rank sword. Its ability is impressive but cultivators who mastered Air Element can easily create a barrier around their faces, allowing them to breathe. No matter how strong the poison is, if its easy to counter, it's useless.'
Knowing the swords' weakness made him completely lose interest, but he didn't mind that, wanting exactly that.
"Can you show me the next one?" Xuefeng asked with a smile, passing the sword back.
"Naturally," Wu nodded and kept the Dark Fantasy into the ring, pulling out the next one.
