"Be careful, little one!" The mussel called out anxiously.
Di Hao threw him an icy glance. "Mussel, if you treat me like a baby again, I am going to cut you," he said with a sarcastic smile.
The mussel remembered something and decided to keep quiet. Meanwhile, Lu Wu stretched out its paw and gave the mussel a few pats on its shell.
Di Hao dripped his blood on the red strands, thus initiating a series of twists and turns on the surface of the blade. The entire knife was shaking as a result of the agitation. Soon, the red strands turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into thin air. The patterns on the knife no longer existed.
Di Hao protested, "What a lousy knife! Father, please destroy it."
He then passed the knife to Di Fuyi, but Di Fuyi was reluctant to touch it. He used his power to levitate the knife in the air and shattered it with a streak of seven-colored ray. The knife was now a pile of ash that was blown away by the wind.
