Clang! Ma Guanyun's sword struck the shield and immediately bounced away. Ma Guanzheng pulled back the shield and saw that another crack had appeared on it. His heart ached terribly, but magical artifacts could still be repaired, which set them far apart from one-use crystal talismans. It was still quite worthwhile. After all, not everyone could be like me, tossing Tribulation Lightning Crystals around as casually as pebbles. That was a sure path to bankruptcy.
"Ma Guanzheng! You're destroying your own household wall. Do you think that just because you helped the Shenyun Pavilion, they'll let you become the master of Yunma Abbey? Uncle-Master Chen won't ignore this matter either!" Ma Guanyun shouted angrily.
"You still want to escape? Have you seen Uncle-Master Chen send you a voice transmission? He hasn't sent you one, which already proves that you're a discarded pawn! And you still refuse to surrender, insisting on continuing to lead yourself into ruin?" Ma Guanzheng shouted. His words indeed made Ma Guanyun's expression change dramatically. The group of elders, who had been eager to test themselves against their fellow disciples, now began to hesitate.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Uncle-Master Chen won't abandon me!" Ma Guanyun shouted. Under his control, the sharp sword in his hand flew toward Ma Guanzheng at tremendous speed. The flying sword was like a long whip, lashing against the shield with a series of cracks. It looked as though it might smash the shield to pieces at any moment.
Ma Guanzheng was also shaken with fear. Although his cultivation was about the same as Ma Guanyun's, one of them was an abbey master, and every move he made represented forty thousand Tribulation Lightning Crystals. The quality of his flying sword was so superior that this shield of Ma Guanzheng's simply could not