At that exact moment, Wang Yifo watched in horror as the Hundred-Marked Holy Blade in his hand—a weapon infused with profound sacred origin—was snapped cleanly in two. The cut was smooth and flawless, as if it had been sliced apart by some terrifying sharp weapon.
Recalling that fleeting flash of sword hum from a moment ago, Wang Yifo felt his scalp tingle.
At the same time, when he looked again at the purple-clad young man standing not far away, uncontrollable terror welled up in Wang Yifo's eyes.
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