Shi Ming gripped the hilt with both hands, muscles rippling down his arms as he exerted his full force.
"Heave!"
The Stone Sword was ice-cold.
It felt like common stone. Despite being flawlessly radiant, he couldn't sense any energy from it. It seemed to be nothing more than an ordinary greatsword carved from rock, possessing no special qualities whatsoever.
But strangely, even with his current strength, Shi Ming couldn't budge it an inch.
All the power he channeled into the Stone Sword simply disappeared. It was as if the force was being spread across the entire planet. In essence, he wasn't just trying to pull out a sword; he was trying to uproot every inch of land, every single stone, and even himself. Under such conditions, pulling it out was impossible. Even making it shift the slightest bit was incredibly difficult.
[This is not an ordinary sword.]
[It can't even be considered a weapon.]
