Ning Jiang drew a snow-white sword. It was three feet nine inches long, with a strange blade that seemed to contain a series of vertebrae within it.
The moment the sword appeared, the entire area instantly grew cold.
Even the Martial Artists hundreds of yards away felt as if they had been plunged into an ice cellar, the chill piercing them to the bone.
"So cold."
Many Martial Artists shivered, their teeth chattering as they stared in shock at the sword in Ning Jiang's hand.
A white, frosty mist swirled around the blade, making it appear hazy and indistinct.
"Hm? A Spiritual Artifact!"
Lin Tiantian's pupils contracted sharply. "You actually have a Spiritual Artifact!"
Even he had never possessed something like a Spiritual Artifact.
"Good, good. It seems you have quite a few secrets. This Spiritual Artifact—I'll be taking it!"
