Clang!
A broken section of the blade fell to the ground with a metallic ring.
The ancient sword in Fan Xinglu's hand had suddenly snapped without the slightest warning.
"Even after attaching countless talismans to the sword, it still couldn't avoid being cut?"
Fan Xinglu casually tossed aside the broken sword in her hand, her eyes brimming with amusement.
"Your use of those eyes has improved greatly. Even your techniques have reached an inhuman level. It seems you have also made full use of the sword this old woman gave you. I did not go out of my way to give it to you for nothing."
This was probably the highest evaluation Fan Xinglu had ever given anyone.
Yet Fang Li had the right to receive such praise.
Whether it was his use of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception or the Seven Nights Assassination Technique, Fang Li had already reached a realm where he would not lose to anyone.
To say nothing else, with Fang Li's current mastery of the Seven Nights Assassination Technique, he had reached a level that would astonish even its creator.
Without exaggeration, the Seven Nights Assassination Technique had now become an exquisite art Fang Li could wield as freely as his own limbs. Forget Bō Xié—even with any weapon at all, Fang Li could use the techniques of Flash Sheath with miraculous skill.
In other words, Fang Li had already grasped the essence and principles of the Seven Nights Assassination Technique.
No matter what weapon it was, even one he had never used before, Fang Li could employ it to unleash the ultimate techniques of the Seven Nights Assassination Technique.
In Fang Li's hands, the Seven Nights Assassination Technique was no longer merely a combat art. It could even develop into an entire school.