"My killing shadow..." The bald man gazed in disbelief at the blood-red sickle in his hand.
A good many cracks had emerged on his sickle. The next moment, his sickle split into pieces with a clap.
Everyone was dumbstruck, while the bald man was all the more mindblown.
His bloodred sickle was not just any magic weapon, but an authentic superior third-grade magic weapon!
Many experts of the Saint Realm would turn red-eyed and fight maniacally over this grade of weapon. Given that its rigidity was indubitable, how did it crack presently?
Did Jian Wushuang break the blood-red sickle with one cleave of his sword?
"Impossible!" Mo Yun, who was standing in the distance, let out a wicked roar. "A superior third-grade magic weapon is extremely tough. No matter how great one's strength is, it shouldn't be possible to shatter a magic weapon like that, unless..."
"His sword!"
