"It is this sword."
"It looks like a fine sword indeed, Lord Chi Pu will surely like it." The Demon Marshal couldn't help but click his tongue in praise.
Just by appearance alone, the Dragon Sparrow Sword stood out as one of the most attractive among the myriad Sword Artifacts.
"Li! Fei! Yu!"
But just as the Demon Marshal was praising the Dragon Sparrow Sword, a voice like that of a ghoul from hell echoed in his ears.
He turned his head in astonishment, only to discover Qing Ge standing beside him, his eyes bulging wider than brass bells, filled with a fierce and ferocious light.
What is he doing?
Damn, not again?
The three words 'Li Feiyu' immediately stirred up the Demon Marshal's unpleasant memories—just moments ago, after Qing Ge uttered these words, he had killed a messenger from the Netherworld, seemingly without cause.
Qing Ge, however, was truly enraged.
Because he had recognized the sword, and subsequently, through the sword, the person, too.
