Jiang Dali's eyes showed surprise, casually waving the Lingshuang Sword, like a white rainbow.
The Lingshuang Sword hummed and trembled, frequently emitting sword cries.
The sword body kept trembling, as if wanting to fly out of his hand, displaying an unusual spirituality, seemingly extremely unwilling to be held by Jiang Dali.
However, Jiang Dali's palm was as steady as a Five-Finger Mountain gripping the Lingshuang Sword.
The longsword, weighing over a thousand jin, felt easy and free to wield for him, though not to the exaggerated degree of feeling nothing.
In such circumstances, if the Heart Sword possessed wisdom, it would probably be helpless and frustrated, having never seen such a strong-willed person refusing the strong sword.
Jiang Dali wielded forcefully, trying to unleash the power contained within the Lingshuang Sword.
Yet, as the sword light rose, suddenly the Lingshuang Sword in his hand sounded a sharp clang and explosively shattered into specks of light.
