At this moment, Wang Yi Fo was extremely shocked when he saw the Hundred Inscriptions Saint Saber in his hand that had been infused with Saint Origin had been broken in half. Moreover, the cuts were smooth. It was obvious the weapon that had cut his saber was extremely sharp.
Wang Yi Fo felt chills ran up his spine when he recalled the short-lived sword cry he had heard earlier. After that, he turned to look at the purple-clad young man standing nearby, fear rose in the depths of his heart and it could be seen in his eyes.
"Ah!!"
"Ah!"
When Wang Yi Fo's Hundred Inscriptions Saint Sabers was cut in two, the two girls next to him and the dancers cried out in fear. Their expressions were vulnerable, giving them a delicate aura as they stood rooted to the ground in fear.
"Leave! I have things to discuss with Leader Wang," Duan Ling Tian said.
