Dongfang Ming wasn’t finished with astonishing the crowd just yet. The moment his wounds were fully healed, he grabbed hold of the still-trembling longsword with his newly formed right hand.

Just like he did with Hu Yang’s lance.

Everyone’s heart lurched at the sight of that. Was he going to…?

“Bzzz….”

As if realizing its imminent death, the longsword began to tremble fiercely. But because of Dongfang Ming’s tight grip on it, how could it possibly avoid such a fate?

The dark-red light from Dongfang Ming’s hands spread into the longsword like ripples of water to resonate with the blade.

Each time the dark red light resonated with the blade, the blade would tremble even more. Streams of dark-red light could even be seen mixed with the light...