Hiss!
Effortlessly, he chopped off a huge stone.
Hum!
The Fish Intestine Sword quivered, trying furiously to escape from Zhang Xiaohao's grasp.
"Thinking of running away after reaching my hand? Too naive!" Zhang Xiaohao declared dominantly.
He bit his index finger, squeezing out a drop of blood.
He cast the Three Pure Daoist Skill, directly imprinting a spirit mark into it.
As the spirit mark was embedded, the Fish Intestine Sword immediately calmed down.
The blade trembled slightly, as if greeting its new master.
"Follow me from now on, and you won't disgrace the name of one of the ancient ten Divine Swords!" Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.
Hum!
The blade hummed softly, as if acknowledging Zhang Xiaohao's words.
"What a Divine weapon! I like it." Zhang Xiaohao smiled.
With a tap of his foot, holding the Fish Intestine Sword, he appeared beside Guan Wudong.
