All the leaders from the various branches were knowledgeable people; they recognized the sword as cold as wrought iron, dangerously sharp, with a skull shape carved upon it.
Without testing, it was definitely a genuine article from Hell Sect.
Jin Ye called Tang Yuanzai over and recounted the whole incident to him.
Tang Yuanzai had a large, round head, much like a glutinous rice ball.
Dressed in a large suit, a kilogram-heavy gold chain hung around his neck, he spoke sputteringly while continuously wiping the sweat with a towel.
After hearing the story, the others weren't overly surprised.
A Grandmaster of ancient martial arts could do as much.
Converging energy to intimidate, controlling a flying sword to slay.
A single finger could pierce the center of a person's forehead, killing invisibly.
The crowd fell silent for a moment, looking at each other in mutual consternation.
