At this moment, Gale Saber Zheng Shan suddenly swallowed hard, cold sweat the size of soybeans constantly emerging on his forehead. He wanted to draw back his saber to create distance immediately.
But no matter how he urged his Qi Blood, Power, or even Tendon Power, it was to no avail. That long saber of his seemed to be cast into Su Mu's palm.
Crack!
Suddenly, a boundless surge of power erupted, and for a moment, the long saber in Zheng Shan's hand almost slipped away, with Majestic Divine Power emanating from the saber body, impossible to resist.
In a state of shock, Zheng Shan saw a crack appear on the Hundred-Refined Goose Feather Saber, which was mixed with Red Iron, then it simply crumbled under Su Mu's single-handed grip.
The shattered saber body shot out in fragments, and at this moment, the sense of crisis in Zheng Shan's heart transformed into an unprecedented life-and-death crisis, overwhelmingly intense.
"Lu Heng, sav—"
