The young cultivator shouted and abandoned his sword art hand seals, instead stabbing viciously at Wang Wu's heart like an ordinary man.
Crack!
The sword tip broke. The young cultivator nearly crashed headfirst into Wang Wu, barely avoiding cutting himself with the poisoned sword.
That strike had actually failed to pierce his defenses.
Even Wang Wu found it surprising.
But he immediately realized that 43 points of base defense were already monstrously high. Previously, it had been the support of sword arts, sword intent, and sword qi that had made the sword artifact so sharp.
Now, the Autumn Water Sword had already been corroded by three types of Demon King Grade Venom. Not only could it no longer be enhanced with sword arts, but its own toughness had also been greatly reduced.
And the young cultivator was quite strong, which was why his full-force thrust had achieved such an effect.
At this moment, he anxiously looked back, hoping his senior brother could offer some advice. But the middle-aged cultivator had already collapsed into a seated position, palms, soles, and crown facing heaven, eyes closed as he hurriedly regulated his breathing and healed his injuries.
In his panic, the young cultivator could only grit his teeth and frantically stab Wang Wu with the broken sword.
It could not break through his defenses, but the three types of Demon King Grade Venom smeared on the blade truly took effect, instantly corroding pit after pit into Wang Wu's body.
This time, the young cultivator finally wised up and specifically stabbed at those corroded pits. The results were indeed good. With full-force thrusts, even the broken sword could pierce more than thirty centimeters deep. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, blackened foul blood streamed down, and Wang Wu was genuinely poisoned.
But perhaps because he