"Damn! This is a seventh-rank flying sword, it shouldn't be that fragile... or maybe the one I threw away is a defective product, a three-no-product that failed the annual inspection."
Ye Rong looked surprised, almost rubbing his eyes, incredulous at the scene before him.
The seventh rank flying sword had been a loot he had harvested from a monster since entering Southern Xinjiang. To his astonishment, it had just been smashed to pieces.
Although a seventh rank flying sword was somewhat trivial to him, a lot of the mainstream players couldn't even equip a seventh rank flying sword. Many begged everywhere to form teams for monster hunting, aiming for just such a flying sword.
Having such a flying sword meant a player could barely be considered a formidable combatant, at least within a confined scope.
The Flame Elephant had smashed the sword into pieces just by charging at it. If it had charged into him, there might be nothing remaining of Ye Rong.
