"Originally I thought it was an old friend, but it turns out, everything has changed, and I saw such a hellish thing."
The Heavenly Slaughter Duke shook his head as if regretting, yet seemingly amused, bent down, and pulled out Pan Ying from his hand, "Let me use it!"
Pan Ying roared, blood light burst forth!
Waves of pulsation.
The Heavenly Slaughter Duke looked left and right, frowned, patted his head, irritated and displeased, as if he couldn't recognize or remember.
Until, his eyes slightly brightened.
"So that's it, hmm, I remember... it seems this is how you use it!"
His hands gripped the sword's hilt tightly, holding Pan Ying in reverse, slowly lifting it... then, arms extended from behind him, fingers spread, reaching for the blade, gripping it!
Letting it cut his palms, devouring wildly, ignoring the pain and erosion, the smile on half of his face becoming gradually maniacal.
Like a sword drawn from its sheath, he fiercely pulled it out!
