"Lin Shisan, don't!"
Feng Xian'er cried out, her voice almost breaking into sobs.
That sword might have been a third-grade spirit artifact, but third grade was all it was.
Using it to block the Eye of Rules' annihilation was no different from a mantis raising its forelegs against a chariot.
But Lin Shisan had no choice left. He couldn't just stand there blankly and let himself be struck dead, could he?
Even in death, he would draw his sword against it.
Clang, clang... pfft...
The sword light collided with the pillar of light.
In a single instant, the Xuanyuan Sword let out a piercing wail. Weblike cracks spread across its blade, and the dark red gem split down the middle, releasing one final burst of crimson light. From tip to hilt, the sword visibly shattered section by section.
Fragments flew everywhere, clattering onto the ground.
Some lodged in cracks between the stones, while others bounced several times before stopping, scattered across every corner of the Demon-Slaying Platform.
The recoil blasted Lin Shisan backward, too.
His feet carved two deep furrows through the paving stones. Only at the edge of the Demon-Slaying Platform did he barely manage to stop.
The web of his hand split open, blood dripping down his fingers onto the ground. His right sleeve had been blasted to shreds, exposing his mangled arm.
The wounds went deep enough to expose bone. He was in an utterly wretched state.
Truly a pitiful sight.
Gasps rose from the crowd.
Some shook their heads and sighed, some gloated, and some watched coldly.
One disciple whispered to a fellow disciple beside him, "That dark-skinned boy is done for. Even that third-grade Xuanyuan Sword broke. What does he have left to block it with? No matter how heaven-defying his opportunities, he's just a