Zuo Boxuan held his saber up to his chest and said arrogantly, "The blade in my hand is no ordinary weapon; it is the Zuo Family's ancestral Pure Yang Saber. Passed down from generation to generation since our founding ancestor in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, it has a history of more than three hundred years in my hands. It has tasted the blood of countless people, and the blade is suffused with such a malevolent aura that it can be said to be invincible and peerlessly sharp!"
Chen Feiyu said, "It is indeed a good saber, but what a pity. In your hands, this treasured blade is merely gathering dust."
"Facing imminent death, you still dare to indulge in sharp-tongued bravado." Zuo Boxuan snorted. "Where is your weapon?"
Chapter 159