"Clang."
Luo Qingtong's left hand twisted between her fingers, and in an instant, the soft sword was shattered inch by inch by the tremendous force emanating from her fingertips.
"Clang clang clang!"
The broken pieces of the sword fell onto the floor of the arena, producing a crisp sound as they landed.
With an air of nonchalance, Luo Qingtong flicked away the piece of broken sword trapped between her fingers and lifted her eyes towards Shi Qingqing, who was half-prostrate on the ground, struggling to rise.
"Shi Qingqing, is this what you call your true strength?"
"A Soul King expert with a special Soul Seal?" The smile at the corner of Luo Qingtong's lips was faint.
Her eyes, seemingly diffused with a faint mist of blood, stayed fixed on Shi Qingqing.
"Pity, it's nothing more than that."
As she said those words, Shi Qingqing spat out a mouthful of blood with a 'pffft'.
