Originally, in Ye Chenfeng's view, this sword covered in a thick layer of rust would completely transform once it merged with his blood.
However.
The result?
After the layer of rust on the hilt faded, there was no sign of the rust on the blade diminishing. Although its length and width were similar to the Black Xuan Sword, this rusty sword was unexpectedly light. Holding it, one could barely feel any weight.
"Old Black, why don't I feel anything special about this sword? Just now, when the rust on the hilt fell off, I thought the sword's true form would be revealed. Are you sure this sword is a treasure? It doesn't even weigh anything."
But just as Ye Chenfeng finished speaking.
Suddenly, a force of gravity surged in Ye Chenfeng's palm, originating from the green hilt, and this gravity was increasing, quickly surpassing that of the Black Xuan Sword.
