Fortunately, when Zishang's iron fist came smashing down, Duan Lingtian slightly loosened his grip on his sword; otherwise, his entire arm might have been crippled.
The grade-three spirit weapon could withstand the impact of Zishang's strength without breaking, but his arm could not.
No matter how impressive his cultivation base was, he was still made of flesh and blood; it was simply impossible to compare himself to a spirit weapon.
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