Who knew this seemingly rusted ancient sword was actually quite formidable? Fang Lin's arm strength was terrifying but he found it difficult to hold onto this sword.
"What a treasure this sword is!" Fang Lin's face lit up with joy, exerting his power once more, practically using all his strength.
Though the sword was extraordinary, in the end, Fang Lin managed to subdue it, unable to escape from his grip.
However, even after dealing with the sword, Fang Lin didn't come out unscathed, with scars left by Sword Qi all over his body, looking somewhat disheveled.
The woman in the black dress glanced at Fang Lin but seemed uninterested in the sword he was holding, withdrawing her gaze after just a look.
She would rather Fang Lin face some crisis in this archaic battleground, preferably dying here.
Fang Lin looked at the rusty ancient sword in his hand, wiping the accumulated rust with his fingers.
