C2015 Strong Spiritual Sense

"If you take my sword again, I will leave now"

The Divine Sword Marquis's expression was cold, but a small cyan sword appeared in his palm.

He lightly spat out a breath of magical energy. This energy immediately wrapped around the small cyan sword, carrying endless killing intent as it surged over.

"A mere concealed weapon."

The purple-clothed old man's expression was indifferent