Lu Ya left, and Nezha stared blankly at the oversized black giant sword in front of him.
The blade was as broad as a door, but the handle was too short, making it look like a one-handed sword.
"A heavy sword without a sharp blade, great subtlety through simplicity? But even though I know the Little Dragon Girl, I'm not the one-armed hero Yang Guo."
Nezha looked at the heavy sword in his hand. As Lu Ya had said, the sword had no hint of Daoist essence and did not hold any Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.
But it felt icy cold in his palm. If not for Nezha's robust body and his practice of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill, he would have been frostbitten.
"It looks surprisingly ordinary." Zi Chen jumped out and said, "A Strong Interacting Force Knife—what a strange name. Since it was personally sent by a Quasi-Saint, it shouldn't be this ordinary."
Strong Interacting Force.
