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"Severing Dao Truth... How could this be? How could this be..." Liu Budong was left choking on the spot, utterly at a loss for words. After all, this Severing Dao Truth sword meant more to him than his own life—but now, it had actually been broken!
That was right. This Severing Dao Truth sword, which had probably lorded over the world for a thousand years, had been completely cleaved in two when it clashed head-on with my Tai'e Sword!
"Puha-ha-ha! Wah-ha-ha-ha! It's broken! Damn, it's so flimsy!" Xiao Qianjian laughed so hard his teeth nearly fell out. It was clear how deeply he hated the sword that had once threatened him. This made him happier than slapping Liu Budong a hundred times.
"Master..." Yue Shuyi's face was deathly pale. He could no longer face his master, but suddenly sensed his immortal power rapidly draining away and immediately began searching for the place where he had been injured.
I stared coldly at the half of the broken sword embedded in his chest. "Surrender and go down for treatment while you still can. You might survive. If you wait any longer, I'm afraid you won't even keep your life."
"Impossible? I'm injured?" Yue Shuyi looked at the front half of the Severing Dao Truth sword lodged in his chest, and his face alternated between green and white.
The Severing Dao Truth sword that had been knocked back by my counterattack and driven into Yue Shuyi's chest had not given him any sensation of pain at all. It seemed that besides absorbing residual energy for its own use, this Severing Dao Truth sword could also block neural pain signals. What a pity to waste such a fine sword.
"No! I don't believe I can't feel it! This is an illusion! What kind