"Worthy of being a Super Divine Artifact, its hardness is truly strong!"
Wang Hao exhaled, shaking his numb arm.
The crowd was dumbfounded, looking at Wang Hao as if he were a monster.
Using a flesh-and-blood fist to collide with the Heavenly Sword and only ending up with a slightly numb arm—this is too outrageous!
"Whoosh..."
Just then, a sharp, urgent sound of wind breaking rang out.
Everyone's face changed, seeing the Sword Saint quickly raise the Heavenly Sword to thrust at Wang Hao.
"Who gave you the confidence to strike at me? Liang Jingru?!"
Wang Hao curled his lips, his figure turning into afterimages as he disappeared from sight.
"So fast!"
The Sword Saint's pupils shrank suddenly, as an unprecedented sense of crisis rushed from behind him, causing his hair to stand on end.
With no time to hesitate, the Sword Saint gripped the Heavenly Sword, turning swiftly to defend.
"Clang..."
