Transformation

At the summit of Sword Peak, the sword that once belonged to the first person in the world was naturally exceptionally proud.

Isolated at the mountain's peak, it awaited its next owner.

Even the girl considered the most outstanding among the young disciples of this generation, despite repeatedly seeking the sword, still couldn't obtain it in the end.

This sword concealed the sharpness of the remaining tens of millions of swords on Sword Peak.

But in reality, which sword on the high peak wasn't proud, and which one weakened? It was just that they lacked a top-tier powerhouse to elevate them to the clouds.

The girl looked at the Flame Phoenix Sword in her hand, shimmering with radiance, and the obsession with the senior uncle's peerless treasure sword finally completely disappeared from her heart.

"In my hands, you won't be weaker than it," Zhao Shisan said, a slight smile on his face. The girl's expression at this moment was confident and sunny.