"Only its owner can pull it out?" Lu Huaijiang murmured softly.
The pain in his right hand was so intense that it seemed to pierce into his soul.
"This kind of divine sword is specially used against the Evils. If he was injured, his soul would be injured as well. You'll have to suffer." The Evil God's face was filled with disdain.
Lu Huaijiang did not want to listen to his mockery. She immediately reached out and flipped the young man's hair away.
Her hair was as black as ink. Even after so many years, her hair was not tied at all.
Lu Huaijiang lifted her hair bit by bit, revealing the original face of a young man.
When Lu Huaijiang saw that face, she was slightly stunned.
"He looks a little different from you, doesn't he? Speaking of which, I'm also very surprised that Sixth Brother has really grown into a gentleman." From his appearance, one could tell that he was righteous and had an aura of justice.
