Liu Mang quietly looked at the fiery red knife in his hand, about half a meter in blade length, weighing roughly five jin, with faint red gleams shimmering on it, giving a sensation of being connected by flesh and blood when held.
With a gentle swing of the knife, a trail of fiery red light flashed past, each casual slice astonishingly sharp and stunning.
No matter how Liu Mang looked at it, the knife in his hand was a treasured blade, an absolute gem.
"It's mine, that knife should be mine!" Luo Hongchen screamed hysterically at Liu Mang.
It was not without difficulty that the Luo Family had obtained the little iron piece with the fire character on it from the main sect of Qingyun Immortal Gate. After passing through generations, it finally landed in Luo Hongchen's hands, the divine weapon that had been condensed should have belonged to him!
