A streak of bright red blood spurted into the air as he sliced open his forehead, gradually condensing into a bewitching, sinister saber sheath amidst the clanging sound.
The long blade returned to its sheath, and the Knife-Sharpening Guest's back suddenly hunched over significantly, as if this extremely simple action had consumed a great deal of his strength.
"My name is Knife-Sharpening, dedicating a lifetime of study, creating a single blade technique.
If you can break this blade.
I die."
The hoarse and wooden voice spread through the void, as the Knife-Sharpening Guest spoke, placing his right hand on the saber sheath.
In the next moment!
His aura suddenly disappeared entirely from his body.
No, it shouldn't be said to have disappeared.
Rather, all the energy from his body was infused into the long blade in his hand.
No divine light filled the sky, no oppressive force dashed to the heavens, no sounds of the Dao or numerous anomalies.
