Suddenly, Chu Mo could feel that the Slaughter Sword in his hand, emanating a baleful and vicious aura, had its power doubled!!!
Such strong scent of bloody slaughter!
Chu Mo slightly frowned, yet no fear showed on his face; instead, an endless fighting spirit surged within him.
Damn little Jap, let grandpa see how strong you really are!
Chu Mo coldly huffed in his heart, his eyes replaced with absolute murderous intent.
The Slaughter Sword, after absorbing for about half a minute, glimmered with a bloody red light, and moreover, it possessed a very greedy spiritual nature.
The sword was like a blood-sucking demon unleashed into the world, erupting with an extremely terrifying and fierce sword momentum.
"Chinese boy, you're forcing my hand!!"
Yoshida Zu's eyes turned somewhat sinister, his face slightly pale, yet it became even more ferocious.
