Heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword
Khoirul N.blind swordsmanblack swordsmansacrificial sword
On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted.
He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!'
Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.