Gao Tianchen swallowed hard. "Boss, why don't... why don't we pull that golden sword out first and see what happens?"
Ling Xiao shifted his gaze to the golden sword planted in the corpse's chest. The entire sword was golden, its hilt shaped like a dragon's head, with faint runes flowing along the blade. Since it had been able to suppress the Blood Demon Dark Emperor for three thousand years, it was definitely no ordinary artifact.
He took a deep breath and cautiously reached out to grip the hilt—
Chapter 92