Wang Xiu, the Li brothers, Daimon Qianmian, and the Red-Clothed Malicious Ghost were all rendered speechless. Watching the flying sword shoot toward them, everyone from the Li brothers to the Malicious Ghost to Daimon Qianmian felt the corners of their mouths twitch uncontrollably.
If they were reacting this way, one could only imagine the sheer exasperation Wang Xiu, the sword's owner, was feeling.
Good grief.
Four days ago, when the He Family had been slaughtering pigs, Wang Xiu had asked He Daren to save all the pig blood to feed his Mingxue Executioner Sword.
Now, four days had passed. Having devoured the blood of three thousand pigs, the Mingxue Executioner Sword had indeed grown tremendously powerful, reaching the level of a medium-grade Spiritual Artifact.
But the problem was… the phenomenon it produced when unsheathed was just too bizarre!
