Sword?
The gigantic Ancient Red Dragon gazed at the sword mentioned by the swordsman, which was merely a branch with verdant leaves, likely only to be considered a sword by children. Yet, in the hands of the elder before him, it was an unmatched treasure.
Just a day earlier, this white-haired swordsman had found this place and afterwards intercepted his path.
Amid the void, the Ancient Red Dragon slowly moved, evaluating:
"The Sword is unparalleled."
"Of all the swordsmen from ancient times to the present, none surpasses you."
Murong Longtu casually held the branch.
His green robe was already stained with blood. After a day's battle with the Ancient Red Dragon, Murong Longtu was seriously injured, but on the body of the Ancient Red Dragon, even the incredibly hard Scale Armor had started to crack, and the golden blood of the Divine Dragon dripped into the sky.
Slowly flowing and transforming, like a golden dream.
