"No! Impossible!"
Windy Johnson roared angrily, trying once more to control the Seven-star Sword, but it showed no reaction.
Windy Johnson bent down to pick up the Sword Box, but Julius Reed couldn't possibly give him a chance.
He kicked, sending both the man and the Sword Box flying.
"How did you do it!"
Windy Johnson felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if his heart was being torn apart.
The Seven Star Array had never failed before.
Years ago, he was surrounded by hundreds of people, yet managed to save his life relying on the Seven-star Sword.
Among those hundreds, anyone close to the curtain of the Seven-star Sword was drained of their spiritual power and died.
The rest, under the onslaught of shadows, stood no chance of survival.
The Seven-star Sword was a supreme treasure!
But today, before this young lad, it failed.
Windy Johnson was perplexed, repeatedly slapping the Sword Box, but still to no avail.
"Stop wasting your energy."
