With a wave of Liu Lanxi's right hand, a flash of white light split the magic artifact held by the martial artist into two. His body followed, cut in half in an instant.
"What... what kind of weapon is that?" another martial artist cried in surprise.
How was Liu Lanxi, who only had power at level nine of Qi refining, so formidable? The fighter she had taken down had Foundation Establishment Stage power. He could have easily killed her.
Yet, here he was, killed by Liu Lanxi. It was unexpected.
"A spiritual artifact?!" greed sparkled in a martial artist's eyes.
What else could split a comrade's magic artifact so cleanly, if not a spiritual artifact?
"The Little White Sword? Master Batian's Little White Sword? She actually managed to purchase it?" The martial artists were not fools and quickly deduced what had happened.
Their eyes gleamed, hungry to snatch the Little White Sword from Liu Lanxi's hands.
This was a valuable item, not something you could pick up on the street.
