"Impossible, impossible, impossible!" Shitang Longsi, driven mad, refused to accept the reality before him. He continuously forged new long blades of origin to crazily slash at Pei Yan, only to witness one blade after another shatter and break.
His movements had now become completely non-threatening, like a drunken brute waving his weapon chaotically. Facing such flawed attacks, Pei Yan did not wish to entangle any further. After shattering the opponent's long blade once more, a finger lightly tapped onto Shitang Longsi's chest.
