The sword light receded.
The words "Slay Jiao" on the sword hilt became clearer. The sword looked ordinary, somewhat similar to a peach wood sword, about 1.2 meters long and about 3.5 centimeters wide. The blade was blunt and looked dull.
However, when held in hand, it gave a sharp and oppressive feeling.
Xu Yang pulled out a strand of hair and blew it onto the blade. The hair was instantly cut in half.
He then rolled up his sleeve and lightly chopped the sword towards his left hand...
With a plop.
His left hand fell directly to the ground.
Whoosh!
At this moment, a Yin wind blew over.
Grandpa appeared behind Xu Yang.
The anomaly of the "Heavenly Master Xu's Sword" was neither too big nor too small, but it was definitely not insignificant. At least, Grandpa, who was in Wanshou Palace, had noticed it. He rushed here the first time, only to see this scene. He couldn't help but be shocked and exclaimed, "Xu Yang...what happened to you?"
"Oh, Grandpa, I'm fine."
