Wu Xiaode slowly drew out the Butterfly Soul Sword.
The snow-colored longsword emitted bursts of wandering dark glimmers in his hand, looking incredibly bewitching.
——No.
Something about this didn't make sense logically.
Wu Xiaode felt beads of sweat form on his forehead, and even his back was drenched with a layer of cold sweat.
When he had first obtained this sword, the attribute description read:
"Dragon Transformation:"
"As you raise the level and power of this sword, you will learn the secret behind it."
Now, after his successful sacrifice and having been granted power, which he infused into the sword, the attribute description read:
"The Butterfly Soul Sword is about to awaken its third layer of might:
"Dragon Transformation."
An ordinary person might just glance over this.
But he wouldn't overlook one crucial question here——
Why could the Butterfly Soul Sword bear that kind of power?
