The necromancer's legacy Part3
As soon as Tang Yue's blood dripped on the sword, a few drops sunk into the blade and disappeared within the metallic sheen.
A few seconds later, the sword began trembling.
"Yasss! It's reacting to my blood!" The snake grinned smugly.
She squeezed out some more blood onto the sword, upon which it started shaking even more, and the entire sword sort of heated up.
"Fuck." Tang Yue dropped it like a hot potato.
Even with her heat resistance, it was too hot for her to touch it and her hand was even charred by it, a light branding mark appearing on her hand.
But surprisingly, the sword didn't fall down. Instead, it hovered right in front of her.
Ding. Congratulations. You have been recognized as the master by the soul weapon.
"Hmm…" Tang Yue silently hissed. "That was easy enough."
The snake reached forward and grabbed the sword. The long-shimmering sword thrummed alive in her hands.