The Brocade Spring Toothed Blade directly sliced Jian Chun's treasure sword into two, then circled around Jian Yifeng before flying back into Mu Rufeng's hand.
"Bang Bang Bang~~!"
A constant sound of explosions erupted.
In mid-air, clashing swords and blades fragmented like scrap metal and fell to the ground.
In an instant, broken swords and blades covered the arena.
Now, only one intact weapon remained on the arena: the Brocade Spring Toothed Blade in Mu Rufeng's hand.
All other treasure swords and blades shattered; the most heart-wrenching was Jian Chun's Ninth Rank Treasure Sword.
"Ah~~! My White Frost Sword, my White Frost Sword!" Jian Chun cried out in heartache.
"My sword, my treasure sword."
"Ah ah ah, my divine blade, it's broken, how did it break."
"It's over, it's over, that was my family's ancestral treasure blade."
"Wuwuwu, I spent ten years' savings, only bought the treasure sword at Lingyan Pavilion yesterday~~!"
The scene was instantly filled with wailing.
