Seeing that I advanced instead of retreating, the monk’s mouth curled into a slight smile, as if his scheme had succeeded. However, when our weapons violently collided, the smile froze on his face, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Clang—!
The Yuyao Sword effortlessly cleaved through his prized short sword. A crisp snapping sound echoed, and he stood frozen there, utterly dumbfounded as he stared at the broken blade in his hand.
Chapter 52