The Damaged Supreme Demon Sword
At first glance, the sword was ugly.
Not just ugly.
Almost disappointingly ugly.
Leon stared at the old iron lump in his hand for a moment, his expression strange.
If he had found something like this lying on the side of the road, he probably wouldn't have spared it a second glance.
But Leon knew better.
The moment his fingers had touched the sword, he had felt it.
Something ancient.
Something ruthless.
Something that had survived countless years and countless battles.
This was no ordinary weapon.
It was an ancient immortal artifact.
And its power was terrifying.
In fact, the pressure hidden inside it was even more frightening than the First Mist Immortal Sword.
That alone was enough to make Leon take it seriously.
The First Mist Immortal Sword was already an astonishing weapon. Having such a sword in his possession was something most cultivators could only dream about.
