Hearing this left Yan Xiaobao in shock. Currently, he only possessed one inscribed artifact—armor he had won in a tournament—but the allure of this blade was captivating.
"Thank you," he said in a deep voice. As he picked up the blade, Yan Xiaobao's eyes sparkled. When he sent his Qi into it, he felt an astonishing change within his Dan Cliff Cave.
The moment Yan Xiaobao grabbed the black blade, the red fog inside his Dantian Cave started roiling uncontrollably, unable to be suppressed further. If Yan Xiaobao had abandoned suppressing his killing intent, he thought it might explode among the elders present, but contrary to his expectations, it didn't happen.
