After saying such a self-satisfied thing, Shannu looked at Wang Hong Dao.
Wang Hong Dao's expression was now very grim.
"Even if it's two against one, both of you are no match for me" he said.
"Why is the elder so sure?" Shannu asked.
"I've trained with the Blade longer than the both of you have lived"
He drew the long Blade off his back.
The jet black Blade was surrounded with agonizing screeches as it was drawn.
Even the sound of the battle drums were overshadowed.
Taking a closer look, you'd see grey shadows drifting about the shaft of the Blade.
After lingering for a short moment, when the shadows found no spirit energy to sustain themselves, they slowly disappeared.
This Blade was long and slender, rather than a weapon to be used in close combat, it was closer to a medium used to unleash spells.
The Corpse King Blade.
Finally, another person who could make Wang Hong Dao draw this Blade showed up.
