The Purple Snake Sword glowed with a purple light, emitting an awe-inspiring aura from its three-foot-long length. It appeared as though it could pierce through heaven and earth; the snake wings at the hilt seemed ready to take flight; and the ferocious snake-head at the tip reared and let out a long howl skyward.
Once Xiao Chen brought out this Purple Snake Sword, the entire Great Hall was engulfed in an intense aura of aggression. If it weren't for Xiao Chen tightly gripping it in his hand, it would seemingly take flight into the void.
"Qing Er, do you know there's a special martial arts heritage in the Great Wasteland that can bestow the blessings of human destiny onto a warrior, offering immeasurable benefits to cultivation, generation after generation?"
"Brother Xiao is talking about the inheritance of battle names amongst human warriors, right?"
