The Zhenhai Immortal Sword was already unsheathed. As Hang Jianzhi swung it, it seemed as though raging waves crashed down from the heavens. The chill abruptly intensified, and the air's original damp heat instantly condensed into droplets and ice crystals, making the surroundings seem hazy as clouds and mist!
"Junior Sister Yan is probably done for..."
"Alas, the gap in strength is just too great..."
Everyone could sense the sword strike from the Zhenhai Immortal Sword that could split the heavens and rend the earth. Its terrifying might truly lived up to the name of immortal sword. With a savage grin, Hang Jianzhi raised his sword high and brought it crashing down. How could he care whether Qian Cai lived or died?
"Stop!" Ji Lian could never stand by and watch her disciple die. With an angry shout, she prepared to fly onto the arena and stop this absurdly mismatched competition, but just as she was about to fly out, Senior Brother Yan grabbed her. Cold sweat had actually already covered Senior Brother Yan's forehead as well, but because of his trust in me, he had no intention of entering the arena to save her. Yet the instant he pulled Ji Lian back, he also looked toward me!
Boom! Amid the dense fog, a sound as deep as two enormous pieces of iron colliding resounded like thunder. No one knew what had collided inside, yet it had produced such earth-shaking momentum. Just as everyone was bewildered, sea wind seemed to blow out from the center, completely dispersing the icy mist!
Then, something no one could have imagined appeared before their eyes. The Zhenhai Immortal Sword on the ground had broken into two pieces. Its rear half was stuck in the ground, while the front half had vanished without a trace!