The moment he grasped the saber hilt, the black wolf’s heart relaxed. It was like he had suddenly let go of a heavy burden. Joy lit up his face. He could clearly feel that just by picking up this broken saber, a great deal of the fear he felt towards his master had disappeared. Because at the very least, it meant he dared to think of killing his master.

As long as he killed him, everything would come to an end. And he would be able to welcome a new life!

Lifting the broken saber, the black wolf’s heart filled with killing intent. This killing intent seemed to stimulate the rusty broken saber. The saber trembled for a moment and then thoroughly erupted.

Bang –

Red and rusty-colored mist spewed out, condensing into plumes that resembled massive fluffy fox tails. They were rooted in the saber as they wildly flailed around in the turbulent spatial flow.

Everyone could feel the strong smell of blood. Just by taking a single breath of this, they could...