The eyes of the martial artists present lit up when they heard Lin Tian's words. Drawing a sword seemed simple, practically a free gift, yet seeing Lin Tian's confident expression, they were hesitant.
Lin Tian glanced at them and said with a slight smile, "You can come up and try too. Whoever can draw it can keep the Heavenly Tribulation Sword."
"There's really such a good offer?"
"Could there be a trap?"
"I believe the Divine Sword belongs to Brother Lin Tian; the theft is surely nonsense. I wouldn't take such advantage," said one martial artist who trusted Lin Tian, a sentiment shared by many present.
Situ Ming's eyes flickered as he said righteously, "These are your words, don't regret it later."
Lin Tian looked at him as if he were an idiot, without speaking; if the Heavenly Tribulation Sword were so easy to control, he wouldn't have spent so much effort chasing it and signing a master-servant contract.
