Chapter Four Hundred Twenty-Eight
His younger brother was so obsessed with swords, it was his life. If his sword ended up in Long Xiaoshan's hands, there could only be one possibility: his brother was dead.
But he couldn't bring himself to believe it.
How could his brother be dead?
Qiu Haishan was the pillar of the Qiu Family. As long as he was there, the Qiu Family would stand unshaken.
He couldn't be dead. It surely must be Long Xiaoshan deceiving him with a fake sword. His brother's sword had a special power that no imitation could replicate.
It had to be so. He rushed to the sword and forcefully pulled it out. Shii~~ The chill that pierced through to his core made his heart turn cold, and it seemed as if the marrow in his bones and his blood had frozen.
The Soul-hook Sword was made from unique materials with freezing capabilities, unmatched in all of Xichuan.
With an overwhelming aura of coldness, there was no doubt that this was the genuine Soul-hook Sword.
