Darker as per usual, with a silvery trace.
The Green Reed Sword, as always, did not seem particularly sharp. However, its hardness was indeed extraordinary; even when it collided with Mo Wen's Blood Blade, it remained unscathed.
On the other hand, the Clear Spring Sword, a top-grade magical weapon obtained from the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Stars Sea, showed a barely visible crack on its silvery body, even finer than strands of hair.
Han Yi's expression was solemn.
Strong. The challenger was strong, and that blade of his was undoubtedly fearsome.
A hundred meters away, Mo Wen, clad in a blood-red robe, loudly flapped around. The fearful Blood Blade dangled in front of him as he lightly caressed it. This time, it wasn't surprise on his face but rather confusion.
This tinge of confusion even made him frown for the first time.
Unexpectedly, the power of the Blood Blade was cut down by a third, which was certainly abnormal.
"Your swords are unusual," Mo Wen's voice rang out.
