"You are unworthy!"
The icy voice boomed like a clap of thunder, followed immediately by a ripple of blue energy.
It was a single finger.
Blue light coiled around the finger, incredibly condensed, as it smashed directly into the Dustfall Sword.
You have to understand…
The Dustfall Sword was a proper Earth Tier High-level Profound Weapon—impossibly hard and peerlessly sharp, having tasted the blood of tens of thousands. Yet now, upon touching that blue finger, it let out a sharp *CLANG* and was immediately sent flying, torn from Jiang Chen's hand.
The Dustfall Sword spun more than thirty times in midair, flying several hundred meters before finally landing.
With a *SHINK*, its blade plunged into the ground.
Only the hilt remained visible, humming above the earth.
Jiang Chen's pupils contracted. He tapped his foot and shot backward, glancing down at his numb hand. A grave expression filled his eyes as he looked ahead.
There stood the figure of a young man in a blue robe.
