Xu Ping'an's sword had killed Song Wen, leaving everyone utterly astonished.
The power of that sword was indeed beyond everyone's expectations.
Looking at the hall that was split in half, everyone felt a suffocating sensation. Could this really be an attack unleashed by a Fourth Rank powerhouse?
However, there were those who saw through the truth and knew that it took long-term sword nurturing to unleash such power.
Such an attack could only be executed once, akin to accumulating strength for a one-time explosive burst.
Even so, the prowess of that sword strike was terrifying.
It can be said that Song Wen's death was not unwarranted.
"I won, so this Yuling Shield now belongs to me, right?" Xu Ping'an picked up the Yuling Shield that fell from Song Wen's dead body and said with a light laugh.
This Yuling Shield was a Superior Grade Spiritual Artifact, a pity that Song Wen had not fully refined it.
