As the crowd buzzed with discussion, the battle erupted once more. Xuanyuan Xiaoyue's figure moved like a soaring swan, flashing through the air a few times to close in on the heights above. The jade flute in her hand had transformed into a terrifying weapon, sweeping and striking with tremendous force. After a few clashes, it actually cracked the sacred sword in Mo Yang's hand from hilt to tip.
Although the sacred sword was loot Mo Yang had previously acquired, it had, after all, been refined by a saint, yet it was unable to withstand that kind of assault.
"Crack..."
Chapter 157