At this moment, Jack King was shocked to see:
The 'Hundred-Pattern Sacred Sword' in his hand, which was infused with thick Saint Origin, had been broken into two pieces, with a smooth and complete cut, as if it had been sliced by some sharp weapon.
Recalling the fleeting sword whistle just now, Jack King felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.
At the same time, when he looked again at the young man in purple not far away, fear involuntarily appeared in Jack King's eyes.
"Ah!!"
"Ah——"
...
Almost at the same time as the Hundred-Pattern Sacred Sword in Jack King's hand was broken into two pieces, the two women beside him, as well as the dancers, all screamed in shock, their faces turning pale with fear, looking pitiful.
"You all leave now! I have something to say to Alliance Leader Wang."
At the same time, Wyatt Barnes spoke.
And his words, when they reached the ears of the two women beside Jack King and those dancers, significantly reduced the fright in their eyes.
