"Good sword, truly a good sword."
Suankou Baihui thought this blade was so sharp it could almost slice through the air.
"Buzz."
Suddenly, a bizarre scene unfolded as the Evil Exorcism Sword seemed to release immense power, trying to break free from Suankou Baihui's grasp.
Suankou Baihui distinctly felt this force; his hands tightly gripped the sword hilt but could not stop its intention to surge forward. He was startled; what on earth was happening, how could a sword have consciousness! It was utterly unbelievable!
Due to excessive exertion, his face was flushed, beads of sweat emerged, and veins bulged on his neck. The Evil Exorcism Sword was vibrating rapidly, causing Suankou Baihui's arms to tremble uncontrollably.
His eyes filled with disbelief, an ominous feeling rising within him, prompting him to hastily call out: "Someone!"
Four or five robust men burst into the room: "Boss, what are your instructions?"
