Zhan Yun's slender fingers gently caressed the axe's surface, those battle patterns seemed to wrap around her fingertips like living creatures, imprinting dark golden lines on her snow-white skin.
Jiang Shu's pupils slightly contracted. He saw that within each battle pattern lay the spirit of a Primordial Fierce Beast, now seeping threads of blood aura through Zhan Yun's bloodline.
Even more astonishing was this seemingly ancient war axe, the axe handle forged from the spine of an entire Bronze Ancient Dragon, with seven star cores inlaid on the axe blade, continuously absorbing fixed star energy.
"My weapon was damaged in the Deep Space Sea; this is what my father reforged for me."
Zhan Feng noticed the surprise in Jiang Shu's eyes, and suddenly grinned triumphantly before hefting the Bronze Battle Axe and striking it heavily onto the ground.
