The thick layer of dust on the stone table couldn't touch the three medium-grade spiritual weapons, whose radiating aura was so tempting that it could make any Earth Immortal of the Divine Border Realm drool.
Without hesitation, Shi Xiaole picked up the tiger-head broken sword first.
As expected, the sword wasn't heavy. After all, swords are considered nimble and light, and while heavy swords do exist, they are in the minority.
The moment the tiger-head hilt touched his palm, Shi Xiaole felt as if he heard a roar; the red gem in the tiger's mouth suddenly screamed, and a ring of smoke-like white vapor formed on the surface of the bluish sword body, resembling a slumbering fierce tiger.
Huang Tao, standing behind, felt his heart pound, bit his teeth hard, and clenched his fists to restrain the impulse to rush forward and compete for the weapon.
This was actually a top-notch medium-grade spirit sword.
