Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but praise.
The quality of a sword lies not only in its rank but also in its spiritual energy.
Although Mei Ziyu was second-grade, he seemed to lack only the nourishment of fame, and if not for that previous era's seclusion...
Xu Xiaoshou paused in thought, seeming to understand why this old man appeared uncompetitive yet now chose to fight passionately.
The Seven Sword Deities, fighting for fame!
"Ying—"
Xu Xiaoshou also drew Hidden Bitter, a third-grade against a second-grade, the perfect battle to make a name for oneself!
Once he employed the Witness Sword Technique, as his Finger Sword brushed over it, Hidden Bitter began to whine strangely, its sword body twisting wildly like blood-thirsty maggots.
Full of spirited quality.
And bizarrely so.
Not on the same level at all.
Looking at some of the rolled edges and damages on the body of Hidden Bitter, Xu Xiaoshou chuckled, equally filled with emotion, and said: