"Damn it..."
The expression on the face of the old Jiang Family Head was as ugly as if his own father had died. He clenched his fists, his face livid, and finally burst out those two words.
At this moment, only those two words "Damn it" could describe the mood of the old Jiang Family Head.
Because, just at that moment, the old Jiang Family Head clearly saw that the Black Blade in Ye Xuan's hand was, surprisingly, awakening.
If a single word were to describe the mood of the old Jiang Family Head, it would undoubtedly be "shit." If two words, it would undoubtedly be "Damn it." And if three words, of course, it would be "damn it all."
Yes, the old Jiang Family Head never dreamed that the Black Blade would awaken. Obviously, it had been rusted for a thousand years, and for a thousand years, no matter what means the Jiang Family used, they couldn't polish off the rust on the Black Blade. But now, the rust on that Black Blade was actually falling off on its own.
