A Single Sword Shatters It!

"Nothing special? Heh, what a fine 'nothing special'!"

Ning Wangshu glanced at Bei Chen Zhenren with a rather peculiar expression.

Then he smiled, a hint of mockery at the corner of his lips. "I'm not boasting, but if my Flying Sword is nothing special, then there probably aren't many magic artifacts in this world that aren't."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Bei Chen Zhenren gave a derisive laugh. "Then allow me to ask: what grade of magic artifact is your Flying Sword?"

After a pause, he continued haughtily, "Let me be frank with you. My Dragon-Phoenix Seal is a Low-grade spirit artifact. Its power far exceeds your imagination, and it's certainly beyond comparison with whatever magic treasure a frog in a well like you uses!"

"Heh..."

Ning Wangshu smiled again. "You keep calling me a frog in a well, but you don't realize that this so-called mighty Low-grade spirit artifact of yours is beneath my notice!"

"As for what grade of magic artifact my Flying Sword is, I don't need to tell you. Just know that in front of my sword, your so-called Low-grade spirit artifact is nothing but a pile of scrap metal. You're the only one who treats it like a treasure!"

Ning Wangshu looked disdainful.

"Ha..."

Bei Chen Zhenren laughed in fury. "What arrogance! A frog in a well is always a frog in a well. You have no idea of the vast gulf between spirit artifacts and magic treasures!"

"You dare call my Dragon-Phoenix Seal a pile of scrap metal?"

"Then I'll let you see for yourself just how powerful this 'scrap metal' is!"

A cold expression appeared on Bei Chen Zhenren's face.

Ning Wangshu smiled and shook his head. "You're still not convinced when I say your magic artifact is nothing but scrap metal. Fine. Since