Yan Jiansheng's eyes also faintly displayed a tinge of blood-red, seemingly exuding excitement and eagerness.
Lu Changsheng glanced at the broken sword on the ground, then directly discarded the hilt of his sword.
Indeed, when Yan Jiansheng grabbed his sword just now, Lu Changsheng had already understood.
The consciousness of a martial artist in the Divine Power Realm was integrated into every inch of their skin and flesh.
Every inch of skin and flesh might have consciousness.
No matter how fast his sword was, as long as the sword's edge pointed at them, the Divine Power Realm martial artist's skin and flesh would sense the slightest pressure or sharpness, and they could react immediately.
Therefore, battles between martial artists in the Divine Power Realm were never about a single strike to kill, nor were they determined by the speed of the sword or knife.
