"It's done," Xu Ping was thrilled.
With his current cultivation, forging an upper-grade magical sword was truly challenging.
But it was successful, nonetheless.
He lifted the sword and walked into the courtyard.
Under the sunlight, the sword's blade glimmered silver-white, with a faint sharpness that exuded a terrifyingly lethal aura.
Xu Ping channeled Mana into the Blood-Drinking Sword, instantly amplifying its sharpness, causing the air at the tip to distort and blur, as if sword gleams were flickering.
He aimed at a rock the size of a washbasin at his feet and casually swung the sword.
The sword tip passed inch-wide above the rock without a sound.
Accompanied by a barely audible "szz" sound.
The next moment.
The rock gently trembled and split into two.
Xu Ping stepped forward to inspect, and the cut surface was as smooth as a mirror, clearly reflecting his image.
