Dugu Sheng could not retreat. He could only desperately circulate his power to resist. Once he retreated, the internal energy gathered in his body would disperse, and Cao Wuxin's palm strike would be enough to kill him.
Thus, Dugu Sheng could only desperately gather the internal power from every meridian in his body into the Sword Body, trying to block Dugu Sheng's Palm Force.
As their forces clashed, the Precious Sword between them seemed unable to bear the strain. It actually began to bend, its Sword Body arching upward in the middle.
"Hah!" Dugu Sheng roared, internal power surging from his meridians. He immediately pushed Cao Wuxin's Palm Force back a little, and the arched middle of the blade slowly began to straighten.
"Die!" Murderous intent flared across Cao Wuxin's face. He thrust his palm forward, and the middle of the Precious Sword arched sharply. It happened in the blink of an eye, leaving Dugu Sheng no time to react.
With a crack, the Precious Sword snapped in two at the arch.
Dugu Sheng had not expected his Precious Sword to withstand so little of this force. By rights, force of this magnitude should not have been able to break it.
But Cao Wuxin's earlier movement suddenly flashed through his mind. Back then, Cao Wuxin had sharply flicked his blade. He had not understood his purpose before, but now he understood everything.
No wonder Cao Wuxin had fearlessly pressed his palm directly against his Precious Sword this time. The finger force from that flick had already caused Hidden Injuries to the blade. Combined with the sudden surge in his Palm Force, it had proved too much for the sword, breaking it in two.
Unfortunately, realizing it now was already too late. Dugu Sheng tried to retreat, but that was too