"Old pal, it's been a long time since I last fought with you."
Jian Wushuang ran his fingers through the body of the Blood Mountain Sword while feeling the icy cold sensation from it.
The Blood Mountain Sword was the closest comrade Jian Wushuang had ever had.
Although it had only been sixteen years since he had held the Blood Mountain Sword and gone on a killing spree, it felt like a lifetime.
The difference of a lifetime was undoubtedly long.
Now that Jian Wushuang had taken out his Blood Mountain Sword again, it symbolized that the infamous Sword Emperor of the previous lifetime was about to use his reaper sword once again.
As for the Blood Mountain Sword, it could also pick up the killing intent from Jian Wushuang that it had been missing for a long time. The body of the sword started trembling violently.
"Tsk! Although this kid is still young, he has a pretty good sword!"