Bu Xiangfeng didn't do it. He didn't break the guard's sword like that.
What he had chosen to do was the most beneficial way.
He kept moving around on the battlefield. He kept producing new electric snakes, crawling and encircling the enemy. In the end, every movement of his sword made a roaring sound like tigers and dragons howling!
The other guard, who wasn't fighting, was watching everything with cold eyes. Suddenly, he realized something, so he shouted and said, "Bu Xiangfeng, you… you are restraining yourself… You are not just level seven of the Saint Origin Stage!"
From his voice, there was regret and also… fear!
