"That sword? Hehe... Ye Tian, it is indeed a treasure-level sword. Even calling it that is an insult. That sword can indeed instantly kill the likes of us three old hags."
The old woman's smile had an indescribable slyness: "But, that sword, can it still be used today? If I'm not mistaken, you used it once before and paid quite a price, right? Ye Tian?! To speak of, we must thank Si Tianjin, that useless fool. She died right, at least she wasted your once-a-day use of that sword."
What?!!!
That sword, Ye Tian can only use it once a day?
As soon as the old woman said this, whether it was Yu Rongbing, Lin Zhenwu, or the billions of people up and down the Divine Martial Field, suddenly, a chill emerged from their hearts.
Nervousness.
Suddenly, the tension reached its peak.
Rea... really?
Is it really going to end like this?
"Indeed, senior has good eyesight. This sword, I can indeed only endure it once a day," Ye Tian spoke up.
He stroked the Moluo Sword in his hand.
