Luo Xi did not speak.
For reasons unknown, he felt the blood in his veins boiling with excitement.
This was a hero from the tales of the Lost Era, who had traversed thirty thousand years of history to stand before him. The very soul of Luo Xi seem to burst with uncontrollable excitement and joy at the prospect of dueling such a being.
Grasping the longsword in his hand, Luo Xi lifted his head and asked, "How will you test me?"
"It's simple."
Elvedin took a step forward and extended his hand toward Luo Xi.
"You are also a swordsman. Come, battle with me. Swordsmen are born to face death. I wonder if you understand what that means."
The mechanical heart inside him came to an abrupt halt.
Behind Luo Xi, fragments of his broken longsword flew out from his pack and converged toward him, forming into a sword riddled with countless cracks.
Luo Xi was stunned on the spot.
Fuck, the Spirit God Holy Sword is all shattered, and it can still be glued back together and used?
