Following Lin Tang's sharp cry, the antique sword fell into his hand.
"Damn!" Lu Liangfei was the first to be utterly dumbfounded.
"Brother Lin, you..." Wei Zichu was also floored.
The expressions on the guests' faces became priceless. They weren't blind; they could clearly see the sword was covered in rust spots. The thing looked no better than a dead tree branch, as if it would snap in half with the slightest pressure. And he dared to fight Yan Renjie with *that*?
"Hahahaha—" Mo Zhongyuan laughed so hard he nearly slid out of his wheelchair. "Lin Tang, so you're a clown? You're about to die and you're still trying to be funny? A piece of trash like you thinks he's worthy of using the words 'Sword, come!'?!"
