Even Though Some Had Divine Blade

The blade that was dark as the night blended into the night. Even though it was giving off black light that represented death, one could only pick up a small difference in the air. Like drawing with black in on a piece of black paper, regardless of however amazing the painter was, the end product would be blurry and barely noticeable.

The eight color sword aura had clear colors, and they were more brilliant than the pale moonlight. They spun around the Blood Dissipating Sword. As the eight colors crossed each other’s path, it seemed as though the Shui, Huo, Feng, and Lei were emanating, and the Tian, Di, Shan, and Ze followed. It was hard to tell what took shape and what had not, and the blade stopped short of three inches from Shen Lian’s brows and could not inch forward.