Luoo Qingshou, the Cyan Longevity Sword. He was a figure who had become famous throughout the world thirty years ago, with a level of strength comparable to the old-timers on the Secret Realm Potential List.
"If you please!" Luoo Qingshou, the Cyan Longevity Sword, ignored the murmurs of the crowd. His cold face was utterly devoid of expression. With a light pinch of his fingers on the sword's body, a longsword with a frosty, snow-like glint shot out from its scabbard.
"The Ice Cold Divine Sword, a Royal Family's Top-Grade Weapon!" Gripping the hilt, the longsword let out a low HUM as Luoo Qingshou grunted softly.
"The Ice Cold Divine Sword, one of the Divine Holy Empire's Ten Great Swords? The masterpiece of the Sword Casting Master Ouyang Lie?"
"I heard it was forged from a piece of Cold Iron from the Land of Sea Ice. Even though it's still just a Royal Family's Top-Grade Weapon, its power is likely on par with the Treasure Swords forged by the Sword Burial King himself!"
