As the crowd debated, the battle resumed. Xuanyuan Xiaoyue’s figure flickered like a swift swallow, reaching the high altitude in a few flashes. The jade flute in her hand had become a terrifying weapon; with sweeping, wide-reaching strikes, she clashed with Moyang several times, until the Saint Sword in his hand was covered in cracks.
Although Moyang had looted this Saint Sword in the past, it was, after all, an object refined by a Saint; it simply could not withstand such force.
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Chapter 157