Lord Yellow Mountain said, "Occasionally, yes."
Mo Hua replied, "Hold on." He went outside the temple, broke off a piece of branch, and carved it into the shape of a small sword.
Afterward, Mo Hua tapped his forehead with his hand and condensed a trace of Sword Intent with his Divine Thought.
This strand of Sword Intent was still quite rough, yet the powerful killing intent contained within was almost tangible, making Lord Yellow Mountain tremble with fear.
Mo Hua infused the Sword Intent into the wooden sword and then hung it above the temple door.
From the outside, it looked like just a coarse wooden sword.
But if any evil spirits or uninvited guests approached, it would become a terrifying "decapitation sword."
"With my sword hanging here, most evil spirits do not dare to come." Mo Hua said.
Lord Yellow Mountain gave Mo Hua a deep look, feeling grateful, and bowed deeply, "I owe you a great debt, as a Minor God, I will remember it forever."
