As if sensing Xu Yang's intent, the Four-Part Daluo Saber trembled slightly, letting out a low hum.
Xu Yang's expression did not change; his palm brushed gently across.
Clang!
Spurt!
Xu Yang's figure quivered; he spat a jet of blood. Following a shrill cry, the Daluo Saber fell from his hand.
Lu Chuan's eyes flashed with excitement.
A third-tier immortal artifact!
He'd never even dared to imagine this in his life, yet here it was, delivered right to him.
"Senior."
Xu Yang fixed his gaze on Lu Chuan, slowly wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth as he said, "This saber is extraordinary. To refine and claim it as one's own, one must first earn its recognition. I was only recognized due to my bloodline."
Back when he first bound the Four-Part Daluo Saber, the crucial factor was their shared allegiance to the demon-immortal faction and the inheritance he'd received.
Nonetheless, the bloodline explanation was reasonable enough.
