The Water Ghost was dumbfounded. So it's really just a butcher's knife—not even a tenth-grade spiritual weapon?
"It's not necessarily worse than tenth-grade."
Elder Sang picked up the butcher's knife and flipped his left hand, revealing a tenth-grade spiritual sword.
The spiritual sword struck the butcher's knife. The knife's edge curled, and so did the spiritual sword's edge.
Upon closer inspection, the array patterns engraved on the spiritual sword's blade were blurred, appearing half-destroyed.
He struck it a few more times.
The one that broke wasn't the butcher's knife, but the tenth-grade spiritual sword.
Cao Erzhu's face didn't look good. He felt rather depressed because the butcher's knife he had painstakingly forged was ruined within a few breaths of time by Elder Sang.
"You..."
"Sorry, I didn't get your permission before trying it out." Elder Sang chuckled apologetically.
