As the voice fell, the Evil Blade trembled and hummed.
Immediately after, a series of blood-colored patterns interweaved across the blade, engraving the ancient poem he had just recited onto its surface, and boldly inscribing the words "Emperor Slaughter" on the handle!
It seemed to be extremely pleased with the name Chen Yuan had chosen for it.
The Evil Blade possessed spiritual intelligence and could feel likes and dislikes.
"Heroes arise from amidst the turmoil under heaven, once entering Jianghu, the years urge us on. Talking and laughing amidst ambitious plans, drunk not from wine but from the trials of the human world!"
Lady Xu murmured from her lips.
The light in her eyes grew brighter.
She felt astonished by the poem written for Chen Yuan.
What kind of commanding presence was needed to compose such bold and grandiose lines?
Under heaven, storm clouds, Jianghu, grand ambitions...
All these words highlighted Chen Yuan's ambition.
