A hazy golden mist circled around Ye Fan's fingertips as he cut into the mountain wall. Faint green lights appeared, and the handle of a blade was exposed. Grabbing onto it, he pulled it out, and green mist filled the air.
This was a green blade whose tip was incomparably sharp. A metallic trill came from it as it was pulled out, and green mist curled around it. It was less than half a foot long, just like a sparkling jadeite crystal, and bursts of cold air floated around it.
Ye Fan knew that this was definitely not an ordinary blade. For it to be part of the demon clan's Great Emperor's possessions, it was definitely extraordinary.
