"You ... You ... What kind of blade is this?"
The old demonic Dragon pointed at the knife and said in a trembling voice.
At this moment, he doubted his eyes.
That was ice sea godly metal that was close to twenty thousand years old. Even with his methods, it would be very difficult to break it. However, this fellow was good. With a raise of his hand and a slash of his blade, a Kacha sound could be heard, and it was split open as if it was tofu.
'How ... How is this possible?'
"It's the pig slaughtering knife!"
Tang Hao rolled his eyes. He raised his hand and slashed a few times, easily splitting the ore vein.
He was also a little surprised. He knew that the blade was sharp, but he didn't expect it to be this sharp.
"What a strange blade!"
Tang Hao mumbled to himself.
He had obtained this pig slaughtering knife from an auction in the ancient wilderness, along with the soul burial Scripture.
