Everybody's gaze was drawn towards Fang Zhengzhi. Or, it could be said that everybody's gaze was fixated upon Fang Zhengzhi's right hand.

Because, at this moment, Fang Zhengzhi held a sword in his right hand.

A sword that appeared extremely ordinary, yet, wasn't ordinary at all. There were no decorations on the hilt of the sword, nor were there any exquisite carvings.

From the hilt of the sword up to the bright and clean blade of the sword, it turned from jet-black to glowing bright. It seemed to be of the highest quality. However, this feeling of quality was broken at the tip of the sword.

Because, at the tip of the sword, there was a purple scar. It was an extremely evil purple…

Just one look was enough to deduce that this purple scar didn't belong to this sword.

It was like a bloodstain on the blade of the sword, giving people the urge to wipe it off immediately. However, this sword had been buried under the rock for nobody knew how long.

How could a bloodstain exist?

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