Nangong Tian looked at Lu Chuan, his eyes filled with rage, and demanded, "What exactly have you done?"
The onlookers who had witnessed the recent clash between the two could sense that something was amiss.
Initially, Nangong Tian had been beating Lu Chuan back step by step, but now, with this one sword strike, Nangong Tian was suddenly knocked back several meters, and his precious sword was even shattered by the impact.
The disparity was shockingly large, far beyond what the people present had expected.
Lu Chuan held up the Soul Terminating Sword in his hand, aligning the gaps in the sword's body directly at Nangong Tian.
"You've really underestimated the level of an immortal weapon. In front of an immortal weapon precious sword, the longsword in your hand is like scrap metal!"
Lu Chuan said disdainfully.
