Qin Yuanfeng slammed heavily into the cold stone wall of the tunnel, his body sliding down like a kite with a severed string. Fresh blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, staining his collar. The hand gripping the saber trembled slightly as a trickle of blood slowly flowed from it onto the broken blade. He lifted his head with great difficulty, yet his gaze held not a shred of fear or despair, but rather grew even more resolute and unyielding.
Moyu, wielding a pitch-black spear, pressed forward step by step, his eyes filled with cold indifference and murderous intent. He raised the spear high, preparing to deal Qin Yuanfeng a fatal blow and completely finish off the young martial artist who had shocked him so deeply.
Yet at the very moment Moyu was about to strike, the God-Slaying Broken Saber in Qin Yuanfeng's hand began to tremble slightly, as if radiating a sense of unwillingness and defiance—unwillingness that, just as it had failed to protect its former master in ancient times, it was now unable to protect its current master, coupled with an unyielding spirit. Wisps of ancient Blade Intent slowly began to emanate from the broken blade.
Chapter 142