"Very well," the Sixth Prince nodded, saying, "In that case, I shall test it myself."
Wei Ruolan immediately drew his sword and held it horizontally before him. The Sixth Prince drew his own longsword and struck down with a single blow. There was no metallic clang; it felt as if he had struck a wooden board. In the Sixth Prince’s hand, Wei Ruolan’s blade was like tofu—he hadn't even needed to exert any force.
Both Feng Ziying and Wei Ruolan were stunned to see this, for the blade of Zhanlu remained completely unscathed.
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