Truth be told, from the moment Shi Xiaole defeated the Demon Marquis, there was no suspense left in their struggle. The reason why the Love Demon proposed a sword-pulling test was to settle the matter once and for all, leaving no room for doubt.
As for failure, if he did, he wouldn't lose anything. So why not give it a try?
"Okay."
Shi Xiaole obviously understood his meaning. With a quick leap, he swiftly moved to the middle of the mountain. After giving a respectful bow to the two elderly men with damaged eyesight, he walked up to the pile of strange rocks and reached for the purple blade handle.
Countless people above and below Mountain Cang were holding their breath.
Would this weapon, which had been lodged in stone for six hundred years, see the light of the day again?
