"Ninth Prince, do you recognize this saber?" Jiao Ze raised the long saber in his hand and said with a smiling face.
When Mu Rufeng saw this saber, his gaze slightly tightened, and his body couldn't help but tremble under the stimulation of his memories.
It was this saber that beheaded the God Realm Protector of the Ninth Prince.
Mu Rufeng witnessed it with his own eyes.
"This saber is called Cold Flood Dragon, weighing ten thousand pounds, a Ninth Rank Magic Treasure."
"It was created when my father competed for the position of Clan Leader of the Jiao Clan, by slaying the rival Cold Flood Dragon and using its bones to assist in the crafting with millennia-old ice crystals."
"Recently, I broke through to the Demon King Realm, and my father bestowed this saber upon me."
"This saber, indeed, it's so sharp that it can easily decapitate a mighty God Realm being, don't you think, Ninth Prince?"
Jiao Ze gently rubbed the blade and looked at Mu Rufeng with a mischievous smile.
