His skeleton was a long, narrow, and sharp Fang, wrapped in a layer of translucent Amber-like blade. Only at the slightly upturned tip of the blade was the tip of the Fang exposed to the air.
He stretched out his hand and a foot-long saber hilt appeared in his palm.
Even if it was just a condensed body of thought, Li Rui could feel the power of the blade, as well as its pure and flawless joy.
"I'll call you ... Forget it, let your true master give you a name."
As he gently caressed the blade, his fingertips felt the cold and sharp cutting sensation. However, even if he deliberately slipped past the blade, the treasured blade would retract its edge as if it had its own consciousness, not hurting him in the slightest.
Li Rui patted the back of the knife with satisfaction and waved the peerless treasure knife that was cast based on the Tiger soul in his previous life. He felt the sharpness of the knife that seemed to be able to cut open space!
What a good saber!
