The knife made of supreme-grade black jade was six feet long, crescent-shaped, and as thin as cicada wings. Countless images of ghosts and deities were carved on its surface, looking life-like behind the faint layer of dark smoke that surrounded the knife. Every now and then, low howling could be heard coming out of it.
On its handle was carved a Pu Lao; its mouth was wide open as if it were roaring, and its eyes were two blood-red gems that emanated a shivering coldness.
As King Yang Qiu swung the knife down at Liu Bang, the air rang with the roar of hundreds of millions of ghosts and deities, while a chilly knife energy swept across the void and a gust of evil wind rose from the ground. It sent a piercing coldness and evil aura into everyone's body, and made them all shudder. For the moment, strength seemed to have left their bodies, and even someone as fierce and bold as Fan Kuai felt powerless to rescue Liu Bang.
