With a stretch of his hand, the Treasure Sword Fang Haonan had given him appeared. It too was a sharp sword that could cut through iron as if it were mud, but compared to the Blood-Drinking Sword, it was like a firefly trying to outshine the moon. There was simply no comparison!
If the sword hadn't been a gift from Fang Haonan, Qin Li would have been tempted to test the Blood-Drinking Sword against it. Shaking his head, he put both swords away. At that moment, a series of loud RUMBLES echoed from afar.
