Preston Chamber of Commerce, Presidential Election

The black spear had not rusted even after thousands of years!

It was definitely a divine weapon!

Braydon Neal glanced at it and chuckled. "The forging material should be made of black iron. It's a thousand-year-old stainless steel that won't rot even after ten thousand years. It's extremely hard and can cut through iron like mud!"

The few of them chatted.

Braydon walked into the living room like a tiger and easily pulled out the spear.

There were three small words carved on it.

Dragon Gall Spear!

Braydon held the spear and felt that it was cold. Although the spear was heavy, he could vaguely feel that the spear had once drunk the blood of the enemy and contained an amazing murderous intent!

"Good spear!"

"This spear is comparable to the ice spear in Laird's hand!" Braydon exclaimed.