With Ning Chen’s current level of spiritual sense, neither Xing Yi nor the old man named Fa could pose any threat to him. A flash of cruelty appeared in the old man's eyes.
The two streaks of magical energy, which had been moving straight forward, suddenly veered sharply, creating an illusory fan shape in the void. One of the streaks bent at a ninety-degree angle, and the extra edge pierced toward Ning Chen from a tricky, bizarre angle he had never anticipated.
A soft sound followed. Before the dizzying sensation in Ning Chen’s head had fully faded, he flicked a finger, releasing a spirit sword from his storage ring out of curiosity. The sword was a high-quality piece, incredibly durable—only a hair’s breadth away from being a Profound Heaven Spirit Treasure. Yet, under the assault of the magical energy, it snapped in two with a metallic clatter and fell to the ground, its luster extinguished and its value reduced to scrap metal.
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