"Indeed, the Black God Saber is such a treasure blade that even someone like the Nine Seals Sect's Battle Hall Master is unwilling to lose it,
but from that person's words, it's not hard to tell that they haven't determined in whose hands the Black God Saber has fallen."
Bai Ziyue glanced at the long saber in his hand. Even after slashing two people continuously, the blade was spotless, still as clean as when it was first drawn, glowing with brilliance.
After sheathing the long saber, Bai Ziyue finally turned his gaze to the two corpses and suddenly paused slightly.
Soon, he picked up a piece of hard paper, as shiny as gold yet not gold, from Brother Fu's body.
This paper had been attached to Brother Fu's chest. Even Bai Ziyue's sword aura couldn't cut through it, only causing it to fall out after his clothes were torn.
"This thing seems not much different from the one I got from Daoist Wutong back then."
