Bobbit could not help but begin shouting.
Maidee did not fight back. After all, it was true he had chickened out just now.
However, would that youngster have backed down if he had not admitted defeat?
The answer was no.
He knew the Eastern cultivators too well. They did not seem afraid of death in the slightest.
Just then, a five-foot-long sword shrouded in a cloud of light in five different colors landed from the sky. The sword was ten inches wide, and a pale blue light emanated from it. Its handle looked like an angel with its wings spread.
The Sacred Sword of Ice!
Dante narrowed his eyes. “Ryan, Dermott, Jaxon, which one of you would like to retrieve the sword?”
Ryan shook his head. “I prefer using my blade."
Jaxon brought his palms together. “May the Light guide us all. I have no use for swords either!”
Dermott stroked the cleaver in his arms. “I’m content with this cleaver!”
The thunder cleaver was a gift from the revered Jonah, and it would gradually become even more powerful as his cultivation capabilities improved.
Dante turned to Dallas. “What do you say, Deputy Commander Cricton?”
Dallas said, “Let’s discuss this after we’ve retrieved the sword!”
Dante clicked his heels together and teleported himself over to stand beside the light column.
The Sacred Sword of Ice had been driven into the ground. Dante wrapped his hands around the handle and easily lifted it. It had not been claimed by an owner yet.
The corner of Dante’s mouth curled upward slightly as he returned to his camp.
All the cultivators from the Western camp had ugly looks on their faces as if they had just tasted something foul.
The Sacred Sword of Ice was one of the angels’ weapons.
Now, they had to watch as a weapon that rightfully belonged to the Western camp fell into the hands of the Eastern camp.
It was a massive humiliation.
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