Threaten

Qin Wentian stared ahead. This demon sword was truly proud indeed, this was a point which he knew long ago. Back then when he tried to pull out the sword, without using his blood to feed it, it was basically impossible. This demon sword was even more arrogant than humans. Qin Wentian had never met such arrogance in humans before, let alone a sword.

"This sword is extraordinary, it should have a shocking origin," Qin Wentian mused. If it’s origin was ordinary, how would it dare to resent that the heavens are too low?

"Don’t worry, I won’t dishonor you. However, do you intend to follow me like that in this form?" Qin Wentian asked in a faint voice. The demon sword was a thousand meters tall. How can he wield it easily?