The Void Lizard Dragon was killed by Wang Xiu with three punches. Its corpse disintegrated, exploding into a sky full of Crystal Shards.
The Crystal Shards rained down, and amidst them, a hazy radiance floated tranquilly, shimmering with a peculiar energy.
Wang Xiu reached out, delving into the sphere of light to grasp the object within.
It was a broken sword. Half the blade was missing, and its ancient design was engraved with runes from a bygone era. Though clearly decayed, it still retained an incredibly terrifying killing intent.
Having lost its host, the Void Lizard Dragon, the sword's murderous aura had nowhere to hide. It surged forth, transforming into a vast ocean of killing intent. Within this ocean, one could faintly discern the spectral forms of ancient warriors locked in battle. The roars of combat shook the heavens, like the stampede of a thousand armies.
