He carefully examined it.
The blade was one meter twenty-eight centimeters long, the hilt twenty-one point eight centimeters, shining with a golden luster.
It was crafted mainly from dark steel, with the addition of millennium geng metal.
On the hilt, three ancient and weathered characters were engraved: "Dragon Slayer Blade!"
Whoosh, whoosh!
Zhang Xiaohao flicked his right wrist, casually swinging a couple of arcs with the blade.
A flash of golden light, cutting iron as if it were mud, carried tremendous power.
"Dragon Slayer Blade, huh? Among the top ten divine weapons of ancient times, how come I've never heard of it? Looks like I'll have to ask Master Old Ghost when I have time," Zhang Xiaohao muttered to himself.
To test the might of this Dragon Slayer Blade, he intentionally walked up to the Zijin staff.
Gripping the blade with his right hand, he slashed fiercely at the Zijin staff.
Crack!
