On the stall owner's black cloth lay a single Magical Artifact: a giant sword nearly 1.4 meters long and about 20 centimeters wide. It was as black as ink, as if it could devour light itself.
The blade was exceptionally smooth from hilt to tip. Its spine was about three centimeters thick at its widest, and the edges were honed to an incredible sharpness. Judging by its weight and edge, it could undoubtedly cleave through the defenses of a One-Tier Middle-Period Demon Beast's hide armor with ease.
Zhao Zuo immediately fell in love with the massive weapon. 'Now this is a real man's choice.'
"Can I touch it?" Zhao Zuo asked.
"Of course." The stall owner was a tall young man of about twenty. He wore a brown short-sleeved shirt, and his hair was cut so short his scalp was faintly visible. A simple, honest smile was on his face, his eyes filled with anticipation.
