The young man raised his right hand. In his palm, he now held a broken blade that had been reduced to nothing but a hilt. The sharp blade had vanished without a trace.
No one could say how many times the two sides had clashed just now.
The young man had sensed the extraordinary sharpness of his opponent's sword blade. It also contained the terrifying power of Heaven's Tribulation Lightning. With heat and icy cold interweaving, it carried a strange force fluctuation with an astonishing ability to tear apart.
Even so, he could not believe that his own magical treasure, which could unleash a terrifying sealing effect, had been destroyed so easily by his opponent.
Although this blade was not his natal treasure, he had once used it to force a Mahayana cultivator to bow his head and admit defeat. He had even destroyed several powerful magical treasures belonging to other Mahayana cultivators.
Yet now, this blade that had rendered countless services had been destroyed by his opponent.
The sword blade and blade light vanished, and Qin Fengming's figure reappeared on the spot.
Qin Fengming's face was somewhat pale. Just now, while trapped by the opponent's terrifying blade, he had unleashed that sword-art divine ability, which had consumed an enormous amount of his strength. It had been anything but easy.
However, Qin Fengming was overjoyed inside. After being tempered by various fortuitous opportunities over the years, the sharpness and power displayed by the Profound Micro Pure Radiance Sword had astonished him.
After swallowing a pill, Qin Fengming looked toward the young man opposite him. His gaze was sharp, but he did not immediately attack.
At the same time, Crane Xuan had already engaged in battle with the Mahayana old man. Amid the fluttering banners, terrifying dark fog obscured heaven and