This Tai Sha Sword once belonged to Wang Jian, and thus the Ghost Lord has a deep obsession with it. Now it lies deeply concealed in the box, nourished by the killing aura for a long time. Once unsheathed, it must see blood.
Chen Yi took a deep breath as a crack opened on the sword box, and the crimson Flying Sword slowly emerged.
Wang Jian's eyes flickered with phosphorus fire, as he nostalgically extended his hand, longing to reclaim it, to command millions of tigers and wolves again.
But Chen Yi knew that this Tai Sha Sword was not meant to kill people...
It was to slay ghosts!
"Go!"
The long-concealed killing intent rushed forth without restraint, unprepared eyes of Wang Jian erupted in fury!
First taken by Emperor Zhenwu, then used by Yin Sword Mountain, and finally falling into Chen Yi's hands, this Tai Sha Sword, after centuries, no longer retained Wang Jian's form.
