Qin Mu walked out of Canary Terrace and turned his head back to look. Wei Yong was standing on the terrace in a daze, looking at the metal piece.
Butcher walked over with big strides and walked shoulder to shoulder with him. He praised, “Your cultivation of Dao realm is too high, allowing your knife skills to grow. You can even use the power of a divine weapon on a piece of metal.”
Qin Mu was in a daze and shook his head again.
This wasn’t something worth praising. Compared to these ordinary divine arts practitioners, regardless of whether it was his vision, knowledge, Dao Heart, or foundation, he surpassed them by too much. Even if he was given a small wooden stick, he could still break the divine weapon.
