"Push harder." Qin Tian shouted lowly, as the Emperor's Power of the Divine Weapon within him poured out without reservation.
A golden torrent roared within the blade, washing over every inch of it. Suddenly, the Black Frost Blade let out a clear dragon's roar, trembling violently, then escaped Qin Tian's grasp and floated mid-air.
The dark patterns on the blade illuminated completely, forming a complex golden network that enveloped the entire sword.
An icy and piercing cold emanated from the blade, creating dense white frost in the surrounding air, only to dissipate instantly upon touching the golden network.
At this moment, a moment of clarity passed through Qin Tian's eyes. He abruptly withdrew his hands, no longer infusing power, but instead, calmly observed the changes in the blade.
Boom!
