On the beam, Hattori Kyuzo's face had turned pale as paper.
Using a domain ability already severely drains one's vitality and spiritual power.
He desperately squeezed every ounce of energy from within, trying to control the weapons to cut through Fang Cheng's defense.
Even if it was just a slight cut, it would suffice.
But all of it was in vain.
As Fang Cheng walked step by step toward the center of the hall, those originally whistling and hovering short swords and daggers, after continuous collisions and vibrations, lost all their sharpness, thoroughly losing their spiritual essence.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
One weapon after another broke and fell, all trampled under Fang Cheng's feet, turning into piles of metal scraps.
Crash——
When the last dagger fell to the ground, making a crisp echo.
Hattori Kyuzo's mental defenses completely collapsed.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, he did not choose to stubbornly continue the confrontation.
