"Hold up." Su Ru opened a cabinet beside her and took out a long box.
She placed the long box on the table and opened it up. An ancient brightly colored long sword laid inside.
She took out the long sword and handed it to Chu Li.
Chu Li reached his hand out to take it.
A heroic spirit seeped through his skin the moment he gripped onto the sword. Those who had once encountered the bludgeon of this sword which cut off heads as if it was mowing grass crept into his thoughts. A peculiar sense of connection with the sword was established.
He drew out the long sword. Its blade itself was clear and bright, giving off a chilling sense of gloom.
'Ding!' He knocked the body of the blade with his knuckles and a clear ringing noise sounded.
Su Ru took two steps back and exclaimed, "This sword has killed many people. Its killing intent is really strong."