"What? He's breaking his sword!"
Even Xue Feng and Guardian Huang were shocked to hear what the old man in gray said.
To a Sword Cultivator, a sword was what they were born with. It was their second life. Therefore, in the world of Sword Cultivators, there was a saying whereby the cultivator would live if the sword lived, and the cultivator would die if the sword died.
Ye Wushuang broke his sword at that moment. He clearly wanted to stop the three of them with his life so that he could buy Su Yuhan and the rest some time to run.
He closed his eyes, appearing as proud as before. However, the aura on his body was growing. There was a majestic sword qi that lingered around his body like a drizzle.
Suddenly, a sword intent was emitted from his body. There was stubborn, unyielding, and even more determination in the sword intent.
"Brat, are you out of your mind? You'll die if you do that!" Bai Hongyu's scalp turned numb as he shouted in fear.
