Chen Yang didn't blink. Every last drop of strength in his body was roused and poured into the Ancestral Sword in his hand.
Killing intent swept across the sky.
Even just breathing, one could clearly feel the razor-sharp edge in the air.
Gu Xing's expression shifted, the corner of his mouth trembling. When he met the terrifying look in Chen Yang's eyes, this Elder of Biluo Sword Valley, for a brief instant, actually felt a deep, bone-deep panic.
Crack.
Gu Xing's sword was still cracking, and looked like it was about to give way.
In front of a Spiritual Artifact, no matter how good a Treasure Weapon is, it's still a mortal weapon.
"Your Biluo Sword Valley, counts for fucking nothing! Hm?!"
Chen Yang spoke.
Chi.
The Ancestral Sword pressed against Gu Xing's sword, tiny sparks hissing from the point where they met.
"You…"
Gu Xing flew into a rage and was just about to speak, when a deafening boom rang out. The sword in his hand finally couldn't hold and exploded to pieces.
