Once the Kusanagi Sword flew out, traveling over ten meters, Ye Qiu followed, leaping out. He hit the ground with a roll, grabbing the Kusanagi Sword back into his hands.
What just happened?
Ye Qiu felt a lingering fear. Although the broken sword had left a wound on him, thankfully, the Kusanagi Sword was still in his grasp. Miyamoto Ryūmu did not pursue him; instead, he stood holding the broken sword, his gaze on Ye Qiu was like that of a hunter observing his prey.
Admiring the prey's desperate struggle.
Ye Qiu was recalling the recent skirmish. If it weren't for his quick reaction, it's likely he could have been severely injured in an instant.
Miyamoto Ryūmu's broken sword was no ordinary blade.
When it struck the Kusanagi Sword, Ye Qiu felt as though his wrist had been hit by a sudden, powerful force, causing him to lose his grip on the Kusanagi Sword, and the shock from his hand had sent it flying.
An unimaginable strength, as heavy as thousands of weights.