Ning Cheng sheathed his flying sword and stood still, delivering a punch as if wielding a giant axe.
He had sensed a trace of killing intent lingering in the gully left by the giant axe, which made him eager to test its might. However, the flying sword really wasn't to his liking, so he simply used his fist as an axe instead.
"Boom..." Ning Cheng's fist, imbued with the essence of an axe, tore through the faint lingering killing intent in front of him, producing a muffled sound.
The killing intent that loitered around him scattered like mud blasted away, splattering in all directions. Though the killing intent would gather back, it had already lost its previous edge.
"Ha ha..." Ning Cheng burst into laughter, stepped forward, and grabbed the broken spear handle, "That's all there is to it."
