The Great Elder of the Mukong Sect's eyes glowed; the Little Black Knife was indeed an excellent weapon.
Once they dealt with Pang Family Villa, they would go to Wu Chaoxing tomorrow. No matter how many Little Black Knives he had or how much they cost, they would buy all of them.
If every top martial artist in the Mukong Sect had a Little Black Knife, how could any other First-Level Sect be a match for them?
"Damn it, Mukong Sect's damned thieves, I'll fight till death with you!" In this situation, Pang Wenjun staked his life.
The Great Elder, upon seeing Pang Wenjun with his broken sword charging, sneered coldly. Again, he swiped his Little Black Knife towards Pang Wenjun.
A flash of black light, Pang Wenjun felt a chilling and deadly aura approaching.
"Not good." Pang Wenjun hastily retreated.
With a "clang", Pang Wenjun's treasured sword was cut further, left with only a third of its length.
