C231 Devourer's Bloodsword!

Tang Tianyuan's forehead was slick with sweat as his palm hovered a mere three inches from the hilt of the rusted longsword. The bloodthirsty vibrations emanating from the decrepit blade left him parched and restless. As he watched the sword quiver and inch out of the stone, Tang Tianyuan steeled his mind, clenched his teeth, and with a swift motion, seized the hilt.

"Ugh..