Chapter 5674: Famous Sword
It was a Western Domain cultivator, signalled by the Western Overlord, who had rushed forward.
This Western Domain cultivator was very tall, with bulging arms and broad, thick hands.
He looked incredibly powerful and imposing.
Qiaomu glanced at him and said mockingly, "Western Overlord, you see? Your cultivator has jumped out to test it again."
"Exactly," Fu San chimed in with a grin, waving his hand. "Honestly, if you don't have the strength, it's best not to take on that challenge."
"After all, a person only has one life. Once it's gone, it's truly gone."
The Western Domain cultivator glared at him, his voice cold and steady. "Don't worry. I won't lose!"
"I've never lost in my life."
The man wore a confident expression as he stepped forward, extended his hands, took a deep breath, and fiercely gripped the sword hilt, pulling upwards.
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle." A burning sensation emanated from the hilt, making him stiffen slightly.
"Sizzle, sizzle." The scorching, hot sensation intensified, seeming to rush straight up his arm.
The man panicked, instinctively wanting to retract his hands and let go.
However, both his hands were firmly stuck to the sword hilt; he couldn't release them at all now.
Duan Yue's eyes flickered slightly, and he murmured to himself, "Cloud Sky? How could that be? This should be the Blood Sword, shouldn't it?"
Everyone who heard him spoke as if struck by lightning, trembling simultaneously.
The Southern Overlord suddenly understood, gasping in surprise, "Yes, yes, yes, it's the Blood Sword, it must be the Blood Sword!"
If there was a sword from three thousand years ago that was universally lauded and renowned, it would likely only be this terrifying Blood Sword.
However, everyone had only considered it a legend and had never associated it with this.
Furthermore, the stone tablet was carved with the words "Cloud Sky," so who would have known that this troublesome sword was actually the Blood Sword?
Seeing how happily it was absorbing blood, this truly was a well-named, bloodthirsty sword.
As they spoke, the Western Domain cultivator in front of them had already had most of his blood drained by the Blood Sword. He now looked like a mere skeleton, violently collapsing to the ground.
His once imposing and tall figure now resembled a layer of skin wrapped around brittle bones.
The thinness of his flesh was terrifying.
Everyone was stunned, retreating several steps backward.
Horrifying!
If this were true, then this sword was like a sword from hell coming to claim lives.
Whoever touched it would get burned.
Whoever wanted it would lose their life.
The Western Overlord and his group, finally having learned their lesson, retreated several steps.
Little Mo Bao blinked his eyes. "What are they doing?"
Qiaomu's expression was unruffled. "They're afraid of this sword."
"What's there to be afraid of? This sword is so pretty; I like it very much."
"It's pretty, but it might hurt people."
"How could it? It's very well-behaved, Mommy. If you don't believe me, I'll show you." Little Mo Bao bounced forward a few steps and ran to the stone tablet.
The Southern Overlord feigned horror, covering her mouth with her hand, and sharply advised, "Child, that's not a fun toy, you know. It's a Blood Sword that takes lives; you can't pick it up."
"That's right, child. Two adults before you lost their lives on the spot. Do you want to follow in their footsteps?"
Little Mo Bao turned to look at the people shouting at him from a distance. "Don't talk nonsense."
"How could I possibly be harmed by it? It's very well-behaved."