The serrated stone blade in his hand was incredibly heavy, as if about to come back to life. It slashed towards the opponent, transforming into a dragon-shaped mountain range, crashing down with a thunderous roar.
This weapon has quite a history, gathering the essence of the stone mountain, intercepting the dragon energy of the mountain range, and honing it into this ferocious stone blade, which now seemed to have a spirit of its own.
Qin Ming played the zither, and strands of chaos energy flew out between his fingertips and the strings, clinging to the blade as if taming dragons and controlling phoenixes, trying to pull it away.
With a buzzing sound, the stone blade broke through the air, seemingly about to fly away into the sky.
People even heard a dragon's roar as the serrated stone blade seemed to struggle free from the young man's right hand, almost out of control.
"Kill!"
