It was a small piece of metal, only the size of a finger. It looked ordinary, but it was red in color. Zhao Hai could sense a trace of the blood slaughter sect's aura from this piece of metal. It was an extremely pure Aura of the blood slaughter sect. Zhao Hai could not be wrong about this.
All of a sudden, a light bulb went off in Zhao Hai's head. He knew what this metal piece was. He knew that this metal piece must be the blood slaughter sect's most treasured weapon, the blood slaughter saber. It must be. Thinking of this, Zhao Hai couldn't help but get excited. However, he looked around him. He knew very well that with his strength, it was impossible to capture the blood slaughter sect fragment in such an energy vortex. Fortunately, he had other ways.
