This was a longsword, a full six feet in length, with a single-edged, narrow body, and a blade that was incomparably sharp, easily capable of cutting hair as though it were air.
Yet what was even more formidable was the blood-colored sword light that seemed to breathe on the blade, filled with a chilling murderous aura, as piercing as a bone-chilling wind. It must have slain countless people to possess such an intense aura.
The hunchbacked old man's face was the picture of calm as he reached out, and suddenly, a sword box burst through the window and fell into his hands.
After the longsword was sheathed in the sword box, it was strapped to the old man's back. His body gradually stooped as he walked towards the outside of the shrine.
He appeared to be walking with difficulty, but with each step he took, his figure moved over a hundred meters, rushing towards the direction of the battle.
This supernatural ability was eerily similar to the 'Shrinking Earth into Inches.'
