I was originally the divine sword of the famous God of War in the immortal world. Unlike that kind of sword that is as thin as spring water and as light as a swallow, I am a giant sword with a black body and a broad blade.
He Xianjun always kept his peace, so he never thought that he would look at me coldly, turn around and throw me into the sword furnace with a flick of his sleeves. His expression was full of disgust, and his tone was extremely cold: "Let it melt."
Who did I offend?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
