The white-haired elder's mouth oozed with traces of blood.
Watching the Light Sword charging towards him, his eyes were filled with terror.
Just a shapeless Light Sword flitting about wildly, and his magical treasure couldn't trap it?
With his mind connected, the golden fishing net was sliced apart, and the white-haired elder's spirit was equally traumatized.
Could he block this Flying Sword?
Suddenly, a young man's words from earlier flashed through his mind—casual, even teasing.
"If you can't catch it, you might die."
The white-haired elder flew backwards, but escape was futile.
The speed of the Light Sword was incomparably fast; it was upon him in an instant, piercing towards him with unmatched sharpness of Sword Qi.
Helplessly, the elder summoned his own Flying Sword to charge towards the Light Sword, hoping to neutralize its thrust.
"Ding!"
A subtle collision sound, and the white-haired elder's Flying Sword shattered instantly.
