```
Elder Tan Xiu jumped off the platform and rushed directly toward the Biluo Sword.
Initially swift-footed, the elder's stride faltered abruptly upon seeing the broken Biluo Sword.
He shakily lifted the broken sword, "Broken... it's broken... How did it break?"
"It was you!" he suddenly turned around, glaring fiercely at Sangmo, "Where did you get that sword?!"
Sangmo's lips curled up with wicked amusement, "In a competition, damaging a few Magic Artifacts is inevitable. If Elder is so distraught, perhaps you shouldn't have lent it in the first place."
Elder Tan Xiu, trembling with anger, knew that he and Song Yu were neither kin nor friends. He had lent the Zhenfeng Divine Sword to Song Yu only to slap Shen Yanqing in the face.
But now that the sword was broken, how could he explain to the Peak Master?
Thinking of this, his gaze toward Sangmo grew even more resentful.
"Hand over your sword!"
