"Ridiculous!"
The Three-Deficient Artisan lifted the black robe from his body, revealing a broken sword hanging from his waist.
This sword, like its owner, was damaged and deficient, covered in mottled red rust. However, the half-remaining blade exuded a terrifying aura of death in Ye Qingzhou's eyes.
This was a sword capable of bringing death!
Or rather, this broken sword itself was death!
'Sword of Dao?'
Ye Qingzhou was startled. Unlike the death and annihilation contained in the Emperor's Sword Longyuan, the death in this broken sword leaned more towards destruction and ruin, and endless slaughter.
The Three-Deficient Artisan grasped the hilt and shouted with anger, "The Rakshasa Woman Kingdom you speak of is long dead. This so-called legacy over thousands of years is nothing but a process of decay. Now, let you, high and mighty King, experience what the wrath of the people truly looks like!"
"Take my sword!"
