A scabbard?
The thing that had blocked Ghost Eagle's repeated attacks—the thing he had to go nearly all out to suppress—was actually just the scabbard of the Celestial Sword?
What a joke.
Xu Yang and Yuan Mie were equally dumbfounded. The two exchanged glances, momentarily speechless. They never could have dreamed this was the truth. It was simply too shocking. The four great Celestial Swords of Celestial Sword Mountain surpassed all imagination.
However, the one most impacted was undoubtedly Ghost Eagle. The Lord of Blood Marsh, a cultivator at the Late Stage of Golden Immortal. Anyone at that level would be considered a regional overlord in the Eastern Continent. He had fought a battle of wits and courage against a mere scabbard, actually believing he was facing the true power of the Celestial Sword. Thinking back on it now, it was utterly laughable.
SWISH!
