Curently, Kai Sayoran was calling himself the Blood Sword Dao Lord. This was an identity he had created to move through the world unhindered. So far, it had worked and he was not about to break character simply to test out a theory that had just suddenly popped into his head.
He pulled the sword out of its sheath. The sword was as red as blood and so was the sheath that was still on his back.
This was an ordinary sword that he had personally created using the laws of creation. He did this to cement his identity as a sword immortal.
The sword was simple enough but the way he held it made everyone in the hall think of him in a new light. He did not waste any time thinking about his next actions or contemplating the best sword art to use. He simply raised his sword and slashed out once.
In this moment every living thing in the hall felt their body and soul being cleaved into two.
