Lěng Yè gripped the Shura Blade in his hand, and the blade suddenly split open with a fissure. In an instant, countless shards of soul gushed out from the crack like sharp arrows, swirling and dancing around the blade. The sound of the soul shards piercing the air rose one after another, resembling a hymn of death.
Leng Zhiyong's eyes reflected the treasured sword in Lěng Yè's hand, and his expression instantly turned grave. "The immortal artifact Shura Blade! Such a divine weapon is actually in your hands!" Leng Zhiyong roared, flames of greed burning in his eyes. "You don't deserve to have it; I am its true master!" Before his voice even faded, he dashed toward Lěng Yè like an arrow released from a bow.
Lěng Yè showed no fear. Wielding the Shura Blade, hundreds of soul shards poured down upon Leng Zhiyong like rain. The soul shards ruthlessly eroded Leng Zhiyong's soul, the excruciating pain making it impossible for him to keep his composure, leaving him no choice but to retreat while frantically swinging his sword to parry. "Ah! You damned bastard, I will kill you!" His roar was filled with pain and despair.
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