"The 108 Heavenly Generals are nothing more than this!"
Xiao Yi's face bore a thick layer of mockery as he sized up Liu Qin with an amused gaze.
His right hand slowly lifted.
With two fingers, he pinched the three-meter-long sixth rank Yuan weapon saber, and as the force of Wind Thunder circulated within his palm, a series of crackling sounds ensued, and he actually flattened the blade of the saber.
Hisss!
The crowd inhaled sharply, looking at Xiao Yi as if he were a monster.
This was a sixth rank Yuan weapon, after all,
incredibly sturdy.
And he managed to flatten the blade with his bare hands?
"That is a Yuan weapon granted by my master, and you dare to destroy it? You're seeking death!"
