Swish!
As soon as Yang Fei shouted, a blinding flash of lightning suddenly streaked across the void.
The crowd seemed oblivious, but Yang Fei shivered and quickly stepped forward to meet the Sword Emperor.
The Sword Emperor continued to walk forward, seemingly indifferent.
His long sword still dragged on the ground, with a faint red liquid on the snow-bright blade.
Behind him, Zhang Zhi and Wei Dayong, both with long swords at their chests, had assumed a ready-to-strike stance.
The crowd watched Zhang Zhi and Wei Dayong remain silently in place, all feeling perplexed.
Clang!
Just as everyone was feeling bewildered, the long swords in Zhang Zhi and Wei Dayong's hands suddenly broke from the middle.
Half of the broken sword fell to the ground. The break was smooth, as if sliced through tofu.
At this moment, an unbelievable scene unfolded before everyone's eyes.
"Holy shit!"
Zhang Zhi struggled to lift the broken sword and cursed profanely.
