Tang Hao looked at the butcher knife in his hand. He was a little confused.
"So fierce?"
He was a little suspicious that he was hallucinating. He had tested it before. This knife was indeed sharp, but it was not sharp to this extent, right?
The old man was even more shocked than him. His eyes were wide open and his face was twisted as if he had seen a ghost.
"Y-y-you ..."
He raised a trembling hand and pointed at Tang Hao. He was stammering.
He couldn't believe his eyes no matter what. That was a box personally refined by the Lord alchemy God. It was made of top-notch materials. How could it be split open with one slash?
Moreover, it was split open by a broken pig slaughtering knife!
This was too ridiculous!
"What ... What kind of blade is this?" He pointed at the pig slaughtering knife and asked in a sharp voice.
