The torrential rain continued to fall. Teng Xiaoming stood up with great difficulty and wiped away the blood from the corner of his lips. He looked at the metal sword in Chen Changsheng’s hand and was shocked speechless. He thought, just what sword is that to actually possess such terrifying weight, such thunder-like power, and such an unimaginably thick sword intent? Where did the metal sword come from? Why did it appear before the mausoleum?
Chen Changsheng knew the metal sword came from the Sword Pool, but he did not know of its exact location despite having known of its existence inside the grassland of pouring, torrential rain. At the same time, he came to know of the metal sword’s history the moment he grabbed ahold of it.
In the history of the path of the sword, this metal sword had widespread renown. It was called the Mountain Sea Sword.
