Chapter 7: The Rule of the Sword_1

Pei Ye stared at the stunning yet brutal scene before him, slowly reaching out his hand. As his fingertips almost made contact, he abruptly returned to his senses and realized the abruptness of his actions.

"I'm sorry…" He withdrew his hand.

However, Ming Qi Tian nudged the sword slightly towards him, "That's why I brought you here, to show you."

Pei Ye, taken aback, accepted the fabled famous sword. It felt as warm and smooth as jade in his hand.

"For me? Ah, you mean these Dragon Blood?"

Ming Qi Tian nods, "Could you…. consume them? Just like that?"

"I'll try."

Pei Ye ran his fingers over the body of the sword, the dark blue indeed stirred his desire to consume, but that desire was very minor, far less intense than when he faced the Dragon's physical body.

It's like when a wolf smells meat, but only to discover it's a piece of dried meat when it approaches.