"Now, the Lonely Star Sword is yours!"
Lin Xuan took a deep breath and accepted the square treasure box.
Then, he slowly opened it.
An ancient longsword lay quietly inside the treasure box, emitting a cold glow, like a star in the sky, shining alone.
Lin Xuan reached out and grasped the hilt, immediately feeling a chilling sharpness and that wild sword intent.
He knew that this sword had already communicated with the spirit; it was an instinctual rebellion.
With a light snort, Lin Xuan unleashed a sword intent within him, rapidly injecting it into the Lonely Star Sword.
Boom!
The two forces collided and stalemated, but in the next moment, the Great Dragon Sword Soul burst forth like an angry dragon, plunging into the Lonely Star Sword.
Buzz!
The Lonely Star Sword trembled, as if coming to life, emitting a terrifying glow, its sharpness several times stronger than before.
"So strong!"
