The allure of the Blade of the Reaper was enough to make many people restless, yet despite knowing that so many were eyeing him, Nie Yan remained fearless. Anyone wanting to take it, feel free to try.
He pulled the Blade of the Reaper out of his backpack, and a flash of blood-red light swept by.
Holding the Blade of the Reaper, a cold aura enveloped his entire being.
Nie Yan could feel the potent soul power contained within the Blade of the Reaper, a low and hoarse voice lingering at his ear, like countless wronged souls wailing.
This was something many drooled over, Nie Yan estimated that if the Blade of the Reaper fell into someone else's hands, it would likely cause an even greater tumult and more people would vie for it.
Precisely because the Blade of the Reaper was in his hands, the evil faction was so calm.
The name Mad Rogue Nirvana Flame was enough to make most people fearful and back off.
