Indeed, with the strength of a Tier-Ten Fist Master, he could easily pry apart a rusted sword, even one that was truly welded together. But this sword... Yang Hu exerted all his strength, yet he was helpless.
Ren Tong was not surprised and said mockingly, "I told you ordinary people can't pull it out. Do you really think you're someone special?"
"I just wanted to give it a try," Yang Hu said with an embarrassed look, quickly waving his hand. You're one to talk. When you tried to pull it out, you probably looked even worse than me, right?
Chen Yang became interested. A mere sword, and a dignified Tier-Ten Fist Master can't even draw it?
With this doubt and curiosity, Chen Yang picked up the sword. It was surprisingly heavy and felt icy cold to the touch. With his naked eye alone, he couldn't discern the material of the scabbard.
He grasped the hilt and pulled.
CLANG!
The Longsword was unsheathed. A silver-white blade shimmered, emanating a biting chill.
HISS!
