Li Qiye ignored the bull and took out the Sword of Repentance then handed it to Du Wenrui: “Take it back, this is still your institution’s defining treasure.”

“You should give it to me instead.” The greedy bull’s eyes lit up and reached for it.

“Boom!” The moment it touched the sword, it got blown away with all four hooves pointing upward.

The sword didn’t accept it, perhaps it hated this creature resulting in an instant attack.

“Bah! Just a broken sword, nothing’s special about you. You used to be impressive when Desolate Saint was around but he’s dead now, we’ll see how long you stay cool for. Come, get out of your sheathe...