At this moment.
Ye Xuan's faint laughter echoed in his ears: "Is that all the strength the Great Elder of Qingcheng Mountain has?"
Mockery, it's definitely mockery!
Chen Yue was furious.
But before he could react.
Clang!
The crisp sound of metal shattering resonated.
Poof!
Chen Yue's chest was directly pierced through, blood gushing forth on the spot.
The world fell silent.
The scene froze.
Everyone's eyes on the scene, including Chen Yue himself, were filled with infinite shock, looking woodenly at that sword.
The silver-white long sword still held tightly in Chen Yue's hand.
One could see that the sword was already missing a corner.
The broken part was uneven, as if it had been forcibly broken by someone...
"To kill you, why would I need a sword?"
The words Ye Xuan had said not long ago now echoed like a demonic chant in everyone's mind at the scene, continuously resounding.
To kill you, why would I need a sword!
Indeed, there's no need!
