Qin Hao rarely used anything other than silver needles, but that didn't mean he was incapable.
Having had such a perverted master, the breadth of Qin Hao's expertise was beyond what most could imagine.
The flying sword struggled ceaselessly in Qin Hao's grip.
However, the runes flickering in Qin Hao's hand formed the shape of a flying sword and branded into the flying sword itself, instantly calming it.
Zi Luo's complexion changed drastically; Qin Hao's skill demonstrated that his Seizing Weapon Hand technique had reached an astonishing level.
"This flying sword isn't bad, I'll give it to you," said Qin Hao, tossing the flying sword to Yang Lin.
Yang Lin, being a magician, was naturally familiar with the art of the flying sword.
In fact, when she accepted the flying sword, her face lit up with joy. For her, the utility of this flying sword far surpassed that of the Corpse Hand.
"Thank you, brother-in-law," Yang Le said with a smile.
