With Shen Fan pinching his sacred weapon between just two fingers, Yin Jiuxuan felt that the whole thing was absurd.
But what struck him as even more absurd was Shen Fan's remark, which killed the man and condemned his heart!
"My own sacred weapon is actually afraid?!"
Though he desperately wanted to refute it, Yin Jiuxuan knew that Shen Fan was right.
His sacred weapon, the Netherworld Judgment Sword, really was constantly transmitting faint traces of fear to him!
Although sacred weapons possessed spirits, Yin Jiuxuan still could not understand why his weapon would feel this way.
But in the next instant, he understood—
Shen Fan slowly tightened the fingers gripping the Netherworld Judgment Sword, and a terrifying force began pressing down on its blade!
Unlike Xiong Gang's Frenzied Beast Heaven-Splitting Axe, the Netherworld Judgment Sword was nowhere near as sturdy. Their different materials and designs meant that they faced entirely different outcomes against Shen Fan's outrageously terrifying physical strength!
The Frenzied Beast Heaven-Splitting Axe could withstand a blow and suffer only a few cracks, but the Netherworld Judgment Sword had no such ability.
As Shen Fan twisted his fingers, the Netherworld Judgment Sword's blade bent horribly!
It was about to be snapped in half by sheer force!
But Yin Jiuxuan reacted quickly. At that critical moment, he immediately let go, allowing the Netherworld Judgment Sword to spring back and shed most of Shen Fan's strength!
Slightly surprised, Shen Fan instinctively eased his grip.
Sensing the reduced pressure on the Netherworld Judgment Sword, Yin Jiuxuan willed it to break free of Shen Fan's fingers and fly back into his palm!
Although he had saved his sacred weapon for the moment, there was not a trace of a smile on Yin Jiuxuan's face.
Nor was there a trace of regret on