The tenth sword.
Bixiao's sword could no longer lock down Ashi Liren's blade.
"Boom..."
A loud, explosive sound rang out.
Numerous blue snowflakes, condensed from the air and mixed with metallic fragments, burst open violently. They scattered wildly, like blossoms thrown by celestial maidens.
Instantly, the entire castle suffered a devastating blow.
Every wall was riddled with holes, and the distant woods seemed as if swept by a terrible storm, in an instant covered in frost, all leaves frozen dead on the spot.
Countless branches broke and fell.
Sword Master Bixiao retreated like a flash of lightning, while the precious sword in his hand now had only the hilt remaining, its blade thoroughly chopped to dust.
"You cannot stop me, Mr. Bixiao," Ashi Liren said. "Although your swordsmanship is superior to mine, your sword is not up to par."
