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As for Emperor Xiu, Novembre took him to the place where the Holy Envoy had lived before. Sensing the lingering aura, Emperor Xiu wrinkled his nose in disdain and pinched it. At this moment, a carving knife, made of what looked like white porcelain, was handed to him.
"He dropped this, the material is unknown."
Novembre handed the carving knife to Di Xiu, which was left under the pillow by the man after he left in a hurry.
When they took it to identify the traces left on it, they unexpectedly discovered that the material of the knife was not common and could not be analyzed by their instruments.
Di Xiu took the carving knife, stroked the white and smooth handle with his thumb, and wiped the sharp blade. He looked down at his unharmed thumb, his brows relaxed, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
November watched his movements and was surprised at the special physique of Emperor Xiu. The knife could easily cut through the hardest armor of the Zerg, but in Emperor Xiu's hand it was like a toy, without a single scratch on his hand.
If he knew what was going on in Novembre's mind, Di Xiu would definitely sneer even more, or even laugh at himself.
Of course it won't hurt him, this knife is made of the toughest bones on his dragon wings.
Di Xiu ignored the blade and gripped the carving knife tightly, then turned and nodded to November.
"I'll take this knife with me."
"Um."
In a place where no one could see, flames slowly ignited in Emperor Xiu's hands and devoured the carving knife completely.
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"Oh no, I can't feel the dragon blade anymore."
A cry of surprise suddenly rang out in the mind of the white-haired young man far away on another planet.
The young man frowned. The knife was his last item. He originally didn't want to leave it with the Zerg, but the consciousness of the small world deliberately left it behind when it teleported away.
The two argued about this for a long time, and finally the small world consciousness assured them, "I left some energy on it. As long as you get close to the young dragon, you can get his blood, and I will immediately teleport him back."
He still had a glimmer of hope in his heart and asked, "What's wrong?"
The small world consciousness was silent for a while.
“I can’t feel that energy anymore.”
Holy Envoy: "Is it destroyed?"
He raised his hands and clutched the clothes on his chest, his whole body trembling, and a bitter and sour feeling came up from the bottom of his heart.
Small World Consciousness: "Impossible, dragon bones are the hardest, even with the Zerg's technology they can't destroy them, not to mention that they contain my energy."
The Holy Envoy's voice, already thick with smoke and fire, became even hoarser, until it fell silent. "Then tell me... why can't I sense it..."
The small world consciousness still murmured in disbelief: "Impossible, that knife cannot be destroyed, unless..."
Holy Envoy: "Unless what?"
Small World Consciousness: ...
"Unless... it is burned by an even more powerful dragon flame."
In other words, the trick they left behind was discovered by the adult dragon, which knew the material of the knife and simply burned the knife with dragon flame.
Holy Envoy: "How dare he... How dare he..."
His cloudy eyes looked at the half-finished wood carvings scattered around, and he could only vaguely make out some kind of winged creature. Without the knife, he could not complete this sculpture.
Holding the half-formed statue, the Holy Envoy wanted to put it in his arms, but felt it was blasphemy, so he had to hold it in his palms, screaming and crying at the top of his lungs.
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