A tree dies when transplanted; a man thrives when he moves.
It was an exceedingly simple truth.
As long as your own strength was solid, you were king wherever you went!!
To put it bluntly.
If he himself possessed that Broken Arrow.
Then he definitely would not choose to fight Ling Wuyuan to the bitter end.
In this world.
There were plenty of other places where he could roam free.
Now.
After simply putting themselves in his shoes.
The various attendees all felt that Zheng Fanyi had absolutely no reason to make such enormous sacrifices in opposing Ling Wuyuan.
Especially when the two should not have had much contact to begin with.
Thus, they were naturally quite puzzled by Zheng Fanyi's true thoughts and actual objective.
The next moment.
Facing their gazes.
Zheng Fanyi smiled and answered:
"The answer is very simple."
"Under normal circumstances."
"I truly have no reason to oppose Ling Wuyuan to this extent."
"Such a treasure should never be wasted on something like this."
"But the Broken Arrow in my hand, as all of you can see right now, is already in an utterly battered state."
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"Although I cannot determine with one hundred percent accuracy exactly how many more times I can use it, through years of observation and experimentation, I can roughly conclude that this Broken Arrow can only be activated another two or three times at most."
"After two or three uses."
"Even though the power remaining within it will still be immensely vast, without its outer shell, it will inevitably find it difficult to maintain its own stability. It may immediately turn into nothingness, leaving behind no tangible trace whatsoever, or it may explode with a thunderous blast and directly wipe out its bearer on the spot..."
"In short."
"As its number