The small crimson sword shimmered with a faint aura, seeming more like a novelty item judging from its appearance.
On the little sword, no trace of inscription was visible, nor was there any hint of Divine Prohibition. In fact, there was no perceivable mystical element about it.
It appeared as the most ordinary and inconspicuous wooden sword, except perhaps its material seemed somewhat unique.
Zheng Ming solemnly handed over the small sword, without hesitation Yan Zidian accepted it, even though his own sword was already slightly damaged.
After all, defeat was inevitable, so why not embrace the goodwill of his junior! Besides, this junior always had a knack for surprising folks.
"Alright, today I'll use junior's sword for a decisive battle!"
Zheng Ming chuckled heartily, "This sword was made by me for senior, no need to be too grateful. If you use this sword to defeat Lord Huang, making him surrender those 150 realms to me, that would be the best reward!"
