The room was pretty small, with a bed and attached bathroom along with a small living room. However, Long Ming felt pretty comfortable in it.
He sat in a meditative position as he took out the rusty sword from his spatial ring.
It was a longsword with a length of slightly bigger than one and a half hands. However, it was completely covered with a pale crimson rust. The hilt looked junked as there was dimmed gem embedded in it.
However, when Long Ming gazed at it with his Heavenly Revelation Eyes, he felt a tremendous murderous aura erupting from the sword.
The pale crimson rust turned into a sea of blood as a piercing sword aura ascended to the heavens. The moment the sword flashed, a powerful army of a million soldiers turned into a bloody mist.
The sword's intent was simply unparalleled, invincible under heaven. Long Ming touched it as he calmed his heart. Soon, the visions disappeared as it returned to the old, rusty sword.
