A barely audible sound echoed, and the rust on the sword sheath fell off, yet the sword remained completely still!
"Unsheath!" Ye Tianfan sincerely didn't want to lose face in front of a beauty, so he used all the mystical energy within his body! Veins bulged on his arms and forehead.
But to no avail, the sword still wouldn't move an inch!
Damn!
Ye Tianfan cursed inwardly, then with a 'bang', he slapped the Soul Guardian Sword onto the table, turned to glance at Qin Ruomeng, and said, "Can't pull it out! Lucky we didn't buy this sword, otherwise we'd have lost big!"
Making excuses! Plainly making excuses!
Ye Tianfan was covering up his own embarrassment! Meanwhile, he cursed Fang Zaitian a hundred times in his heart; no wonder this guy would throw the Soul Guardian Sword away, dammit, it simply couldn't be drawn! No matter how good the sword, if it can't be unsheathed, it's just a pile of scrap metal! What use is it?
