There were traces of blood on the stone sword that had not dried up yet.
These traces of blood had not only existed for many years, but they had never dried up or been wiped away. They had always remained on the sword.
“This sword was forged from the stone embryo emperor’s saintly source. It is specially used to kill your mortal bodies. Up until now, eight saintly bodies have died under the sword. You are the ninth!”
He slashed out with his sword, and the seemingly unsharp stone sword actually cut through his long golden hair.
The golden light on Su Yu’s body flickered for a moment before recovering.
The oil lamp on his chest dimmed even more.
A sword that could kill sacred bodies?
Su Yu coldly smiled as a small cauldron appeared above his head and slowly rotated.
Dragon roars sounded one after another.