Pulling out the Sword, Blood dying the Precipice Red

Underneath the precipice, at the sword range, the countenances of everyone was filled with incredulous shock as they stared at Qin Wentian.

This man, fed the demon sword with his blood.

How demonic the demon sword was, that the moment blood comes into contact with it, it would surely drain the source in its entirety, causing the victim to die of blood loss.

Qin Wentian was extremely cautious in nature, he’d only done this because he could feel his blood resonating to the wails of the demon sword. This was the reason why he chose to take such a gamble at this moment.

A mysterious perception descended onto Qin Wentian, it was as though he could feel the sadness and lamentation of the demon sword.

However, the demon sword had actually stopped draining him of his blood.

The wails of the demon sword reverberated the heavens and earth, continued forth unabated. Yet...it stopped draining Qin Wentian’s blood!