Fang Zhentian tightly holds the black fierce sword in his hand. His face is full of excitement. It's a good sword. This kind of material has never been seen before. The level of this sword is absolutely above his own Fangtian tower. It seems that this time it's really white.

looking at the island that is almost a ruin in the distance, Fang Zhentian sighed gently. He could get such a sword, and lose several sons who are not loyal to him. What is that?

but he has a little doubt. What does this sword seem to be suppressing here? Now I have pulled up this sword by myself, will...