"Great General Meng's weapon?" Wang Mu looked at Meng Bai.
Meng Bai had been seriously injured for many years. His current reputation was built on his ability to lead troops.
How many years had it been since someone treated him as a martial artist?
Naturally, no one would pay attention to what weapon he used.
In fact, Meng Bai had not killed any enemies for many years.
Meng Bai appeared calm and composed. There was a smile on his lips, and he looked unfathomable.
But he was cursing inwardly. What weapons do I have?
Even if I have a weapon, can it compare to the famous sword ranked ninth in the Heaven-grade Armament Manual?
What should I do if Wang Mu wants to see my weapon?
Before Meng Bai could finish thinking, he heard Wang Mu say, "I wonder what Brother Meng's weapon is. Could you show it to me to broaden my horizons?
"I have never seen a weapon that's more powerful than my sword."
