Chapter 1672

The sword hilt trembled violently, and even Nash's Profound Oriental Realm cultivation could not control it in the slightest. The blade lifted one centimeter from the black soil, and its entire edge was crimson. It emitted a terrifying aura that made Nash's bones crackle. Nash spat out a mouthful of blood. His pupils trembled, and he forcefully pressed the blade back into the ground. Once the blade returned to the ground, the heart-pounding aura dissipated. Nash let out a long sigh. His eyes filled with astonishment. The grade of this sword had surpassed that of a spiritual weapon. It was even more terrifying than his Nine Dragons Sword. After the attempt just now, he figured that he could pull it out with a bit more expenditure of spiritual energy. Yet after pulling it out, he estimated it would be difficult for him to control the sword with his strength alone. After much consideration, Nash abandoned the idea of taking the sword. He continued forward, walking for about two hour