The Crimson Devil Blade looked grim and emitted a dark aura. Bai Lan narrowed his eyes and then took a stance.
This time, nothing was outstanding about this stance, and it was more suitable for competitions than for battle. His posture was straight, his left foot was stepped back three steps, and the sword handle was at neck level.
The sword looked up at the sky, emitting a dangerous aura. Even those who were far away could feel the danger.
"Oh..."
"As expected of this blade. Its history is not just ink on paper."
"Ugh... it's hard to breathe..."
There were whispers in the crowd, many were holding their throats and trying to breathe in more air, feeling suffocated.
"How interesting..."
Xie Qing narrowed his eyes, looking at the sword with interest. He could detect that the sword seemed to have a spirit. Judging by everything, this spirit was at least at the Soul Integration level, which was already incredible.