Chapter 593 A Cultivator

• Emrys unsheathed the Ice Luna Machete, gripping it with a single hand as it was embedded diagonally in the ground. His fingers glided over the chillingly cold blade. He sneered and remarked, "It's laughable that you all would consider such worthless trash as a treasure!"
• As soon as his words left his mouth, Emrys flicked his finger, setting off a series of crackling sounds. The Ice Luna Machete, cherished by Gilbert, began to shatter from the hilt, inch by inch, until the cracks reached the tip of the blade.
• "Is this trash even worth my time to kill and loot?"