Since being transformed by Mallory Poe, Ethan Smith had never used the bronze sword!
Having always relied on his physical strength, Ethan Smith had completely forgotten about the bronze sword!
"Yes, the bronze sword!" Ethan Smith's eyes lit up, and with a shake of his palm, a long sword fell into his hand.
The sword emanated a crimson hue, and a murderous spirit wafted from it!
"Phew, thanks." Ethan Smith waved towards the direction of the man with the mustache.
The man with the mustache quickly hid in the crowd, afraid of being found out.
Ethan Smith, holding the bronze sword, coldly stared at the white bone in front of him.
"Hmph, you think wielding a broken sword will help you fight against a mighty realm cultivator?" derision was apparent in Obadiah Heptinstall's eyes.
Ethan Smith remained silent. He held the sword with both hands, his eyes squinting slightly, appearing somewhat nervous.