As they spoke, he pointed a finger towards the tip of Huayue's sword. Light shimmered on that finger, as if it were refined from pure gold, and in terms of solidity, it was not much inferior to typical divine weapons.
"Ding..." The finger touched the sword tip, producing a metallic clanging sound that echoed for a long time.
Huayue felt as if he had been struck by a giant hammer, and staggered back repeatedly, his face turning as pale as gold paper. Clearly, his internal organs had suffered considerable shock. If not for his strong defense, Feng Qingyu's finger might have seriously injured him.
"Even if your strength has reached the Sword Master Realm, it's only so-so," Feng Qingyu said.
Although the power of Huayue's sword was quite formidable, the gap between them was still too large. Even the multiplied shocking force on the sword did not pose any threat to him.
