"Three thousand years, and finally an adapter who can withstand my sharpness. Touch the sword hilt, and you will receive the power to split the heavens and the earth... if you dare."
The oppressive aura swept over, and a domineering voice rang in his ears.
But Qiao Wu thought the Overlord Sword was like a fool.
Like a con artist still trying to write a screenplay while he, the audience, had already seen the finale.
Qiao Wu found himself still observing, but taking no action.
Suddenly, the Overlord Sword trembled, and light and shadows engulfed the sword body.
Countless breathtaking scenes played in the light and shadow like a carousel.
In the first scene, on a Purgatory battlefield, the Overlord Sword pierced through a kilometer-long Ancient Demon Dragon.
Dragon Blood poured like a celestial river, each droplet corroding the ground into bottomless pits.
