Zuo Boxuan held his saber up to his chest and said arrogantly, "The blade in my hand is no ordinary weapon; it is the Qin family’s ancestral Pure Yang treasured saber. It has been passed down from generation to generation since my Zuo family’s ancestor founded our legacy in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. By now, it has a history of over three hundred years in my hands, having tasted the blood of countless people. The blade is imbued with a ferocious aura, making it peerless and unimaginably sharp!"
Chen Feiyu said, "It truly is a fine saber. What a pity, though—in your hands, this precious blade is only gathering dust."
"Death is at your door, yet you still run your mouth." Zuo Boxuan let out a cold snort and said, "Where is your weapon?"
Chapter 159