After Qian Feng finished speaking, he swung the sword. A primal aura came out from the sword; this aura felt like it came from a primal spirit.
The moment the iron sword appeared, even Zhuque Zi and Yunque Zi, who were fighting in the distance, were stunned.
Wang Lin’s eyes lit up as he stared hard at the iron sword. To be more accurate, he was staring at the rust on the sword.
“There are several drops of dried blood on that sword that give off a very familiar aura… blood of the ancient god!!! This is real ancient god blood, far superior to the aura the Giant Demon Clan blood gives off!” Wang Lin’s eyes lit up as he stared at the rust spots.
“Not right! How could an ancient god be so easily hurt? There is no way that sword is normal!” Wang Lin’s eyes became serious and this time he looked toward the sword itself.
The moment the iron sword appeared, someone walked out from the sea. No one noticed this person appear; it was as if he was completely invisible.