"Whoosh!——"
The treasure sword on Song Que's back, ancient in design and exceptionally heavy, was drawn out; it appeared to be a massive blade, simple and dusky, weighing a hundred catties.
Merely by looking at the surface material of this sword, it seemed somewhat similar to the Dragon Slayer Sword.
Song Que stood above the waves like a Heavenly God, his spirit highly concentrated, with a forty-zhang Heaven and Earth Power swirling around and clinging to his body, causing his clothes to flutter without wind.
He held the scabbard in his left and the sword in his right, slowly raised the sword, and said to Jiang Dali with a pleased expression, "People in the Martial World only know my Daffodil by my waist to be the Heavenly Blade, but in truth, this is the sword with which I, I have roamed the world undefeated."
"Oh?"
Jiang Dali looked calmly at the heavy sword in Song Que's hand and nodded slightly, "This sword appears much heavier than the effeminate Daffodil you used before.
