"Could it be left behind by a fallen Martial Artist of the past?"
Xu Yang, full of caution, darted forward to take a closer look.
A faint aura of slaughter rushed straight at him.
Judging by the surface's decay, it must have been here for at least several decades.
The slaughtering intent wasn't strong; Xu Yang's wariness eased, and he pulled it out in one swift motion.
A broken saber!
The mottled blade was covered in the marks left behind by the passage of time.
Dogzi's fur suddenly stood on end, and it jumped back a step, a distinctly human-like fear flickering in its eyes as it stared at the broken saber.
Before Xu Yang could react, he felt the broken saber in his grip suddenly tremble violently, the immense power almost making him lose his hold.
Boom!
The broken saber roared, its slaughtering intent overflowing!
In a trance, Xu Yang seemed to see a towering Barbarian warrior wielding a blood-red blade, charging into battle against thousands upon thousands.
"Kill!"
