Second Weakest Origin Scale

Despite clearly having already died and being just a skeleton, he had still possessed that imposing manner of looking down disdainfully on the nine heavens as well as a heaven-shaking battle strength.

Just how terrifying had he been when he had been alive?

The crimson-colored longsword, having lost its owner's support, fell to the ground, causing the ground to crumble.

"What terrifying weight!" exclaimed Tian Xueyan.

The ground here was harder than steel, and ordinary weapons would find it difficult to even cut the ground. But this sword was able to crush the ground with just its weight.

However, now that the crimson-colored sword had lost its icy arrogance, it was filled with a forlorn, aggrieved aura. This sword had its own spirit, and sensing its master's true death, it was filled with grief and unwillingness.