"Since this blade became so extraordinary after being fused with the power of Celestial Fire, I'll call you the Celestial Fire Divine Blade." Qin Yuesheng laughed.
He casually swung the blade at a nearby iron ingot—just like slicing through tofu, it was instantly chopped in two. At the point of the cut, the metal even melted, drops of molten iron dripping onto the ground with a hissing sizzle, blue smoke billowing up.
Though the Celestial Fire Divine Blade was remarkable, it also had a major flaw.
Namely, the blade's temperature was so high that it was truly difficult to find a suitable scabbard.
After all, materials like leather, wood, or iron clearly couldn't hold the Celestial Fire Divine Blade for long.
It was likely that the moment he strapped it to his back, the scabbard would be burnt and melted away, injuring Qin Yuesheng himself.
