With a smile on his face, Shen Qiang walked calmly toward the exhibition platform holding the Black Blade. The Baihua Palace Master, with her full and attractive figure and stunning beauty, looked at the Black Blade in surprise, her gaze filled with suspicion.
"What is Shen Qiang up to? The Black Blade in his hand, slender and straight, clearly follows the design that prioritizes sharpness and armor-piercing, typical of a Tang dynasty horizontal blade. It does indeed look beautiful, but it's far too ordinary, lacking any spiritual energy, with no sign of immortal essence. Does he really think this trash can contend with Sha Jianming's Evil Spirit Armor?"
At the same time, the Great Elder of Qingyun Sword Pavilion burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, I had thought that Shen Qiang, striding forward so boldly, would reveal an extraordinary Immortal Artifact. But isn't this just a toy? There's not a trace of immortal essence; isn't it just a piece of mundane iron?"
