ZING!
With a slight effort, Su Han pulled the Soul Severing Sword from the spring of blood.
Dark, slender, and ordinary—this was Su Han's first impression of the Soul Severing Sword.
The Soul Severing Sword was pitch-black from end to end. Both the blade and hilt were incomparably dark, but this was not a pure black. Instead, it seemed to be a darkness born from the reflection of an overwhelming concentration of bloodstains.
The blade was exceptionally long and narrow—longer than an ordinary sword and as thin as a cicada's wing. Yet, it was not flexible like a Soft Sword. On the contrary, it remained firm and unyielding.
As for 'ordinary,' that referred to its design. The style was commonplace, the kind seen everywhere on the street, not some bizarre or flashy shape that would attract attention.
But this was merely his first impression; he soon perceived its other qualities: frigid, violent, and annihilating.
