The Treasured Sword, carrying a fierce Sword Intent, gently landed in the hands of the Jade Emperor. The blade quivered slightly, emitting a soft sound, as though it were expressing its own delight.
The Jade Emperor stroked the sword's body affectionately, for this was his greatest reliance in this world.
It had been many years since he had last taken action, and it seemed the living beings of the Three Realms had forgotten about the unrivaled Swordsman from Mount Kunlun.
Ever since ascending to the position of the Heavenly Emperor, he had not wielded his sword in a long time.
But should anyone think that his sword had grown dull, no longer capable of cutting down a man, then the Jade Emperor would demonstrate to them what it meant to be an unrivaled Swordsman.
This Treasured Sword that he had diligently honed day and night, if unsheathed, was destined to draw blood.