As Venerable Xuan Heng spoke, a faint smile appeared on his face, but his eyes were filled with chilling ferocity.
He slowly reached one hand into the Void Realm.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
A series of demonic hums suddenly echoed through everyone's ears.
An abyssal crimson aura, brimming with boundless malice, gradually emanated from Venerable Xuan Heng's palm.
"Hiss..."
A memory of extreme danger instantly resurfaced in Rift Space's mind.
"The Mad Demon Blade!"
Retreat!
Without the slightest hesitation, Rift Space and Absolute Sword instantly retreated three thousand miles.
A weapon that had not even fully revealed itself had already forced two Divine Venerables to withdraw.
"High-Grade Heavy Treasure... the Mad Demon Blade!"
Only then did Ten Thousand Moons remember the legendary weapon that had once dominated the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races.
She had heard countless stories about it.
But she had never actually seen it.
