"Shing!"
Tie Cheng's refined sword flashed luminously in mid-air before landing powerfully onto the lock but did not leave the slightest mark.
Tie Cheng was stunned. He then felt a cold gaze falling upon his back. Turning around, he caught sight of Hu Sang, who was standing outside of the noisy crowd and looking at him quietly.
Dazed, he remembered that Hu Sang's father was a reputable craftsman.
"My father refined it from a thousand-year steel piece that he had been keeping," Hu Sang informed him, somewhat mockingly. "You can't break it."
"Why? Why?" Tie Cheng growled. "Why must you do this?"
"She deserves to die." The hatred and jealousy Hu Sang felt toward Meng Fuyao was evident in her eyes. "She deserves it!"
Tie Cheng stared sluggishly at her, sensing immense agitation, despair and madness within her eyes. Standing in shock, he felt his heart slowly sinking.
"Thud."
