The flying sword was exquisitely made. The sword handle was brand new and the blade was carved with mysterious pentacles. It was even inlaid with beautiful rubies that sparkled in the darkness.
Li Longfei thought for a while and suddenly froze. Then, he looked closely at the sword body and muttered, "This flying sword is indeed very good, but why do I keep feeling that something is not right?"
"It's normal to have no scabbard, but I still feel something is wrong." He thought for a while and suddenly came to a realization. Wide-eyed, he exclaimed, "That right! I know what's wrong. There's no killing aura on this flying sword! The killing aura that should be on a flying sword like this is absent!!"
Thinking this, he immediately gritted his teeth and gently nicked his fingers with the flying sword. A drop of blood immediately dripped onto the body of the sword.