Not only was Ghost King Li Ruoyuan's hand dripping with blood, but He Qinghua, who had just held the blade handle, was in the same situation, also continually dripping blood, which was very strange.
"How could this happen, how could this happen?" He Qinghua exclaimed in astonishment as she looked at the Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade in Cui Yulong's hand. The moment she touched the handle, she had felt a piercing chill penetrate her skin. She dared not grip it tighter because the chill was so sharp, as if it could sever her hand, so she screamed and threw down the Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade.
Seeing the condition of Li Ruoyuan's hand, she knew that Li Ruoyuan had definitely encountered the same situation. But what exactly was going on? Could there be some mechanism on the blade handle?
Seeing Cui Yulong take back the Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade, Cui Yu finally felt somewhat relieved. However, he too was equally astonished.