Yun Aokong

The large black dog grabbed the Divine Demon Sword, and looked it over repeatedly, yet ended up shaking his head. "There is no life to it at all anymore."

He gave a flick with his paw. Pa! A section of the blade fell down just like that, and with a stomp from him, it immediately turned into dust.

This toughness… Just how many times was it inferior to Divine Metal?

Ling Han took the sword from him, and circulated his divine sense carefully through it. As expected, this Divine Sword that had originally been filled with life and sharpness had become dead and heavy. There was not the slightest sliver of reaction from it, and it had also lost the sturdy structure of the Divine Demon Sword. It was loose and lax. To say nothing of Ling Han, even if it was just a three-year-old child, a light tap would probably turn the Divine Demon Sword into the dust of history.