Divine Blade: Wrath and Hatred.
Its weight was a constant: three kwan, five catties, one tael, and six tiny scruples—unchanging.
In its normal state, the blade was six feet long. However, according to the wielder's will, it could freely extend anywhere between four inches and one hundred nineteen feet, three inches, and one-tenth of an inch—quite convenient.
It was indeed the perfect item for home or travel, for killing or robbing, the essential gift for friends and relatives.
The recipients usually burst into tears of excitement.
Just like now.
Raymond had already shed tears of grief and anger.
After piercing his opponent's body like thunder, it quickly retracted, returning to Huai Shi's hand at the length of a common saber.
Indeed, this was the best.
Regrettably, the subtle touch transmitted through the Sword Blade didn't manage to pierce the heart.
The hidden trump card was exposed at the very last moment.
