"Are you certain it's necessary?"
While examining the third Holy Relic, Fu Qian casually asked.
About the length of a forearm, its entire body was rugged and gray-black, except for the blade line which was bright white and extended to the tip, seemingly raised like a spike.
Its unified body and handle resemble a chaotic stream crystallized upon it, but upon closer inspection, one can distinguish between the two as if the handle looks like bones blackened by sewage.
It permeated with unprecedented wickedness and grandeur; Fu Qian had no doubt about its lethality.
"By all appearances, you have the upper hand. Just wait here and if I show even a hint of imbalance, you've won."
"Just now, you even said yourself that the ending is already destined."
"That indeed is the truth. From the moment you consumed the fragment belonging to me, there was no way for you to escape."
The agent maintained a good habit of answering every question posed by Fu Qian.
