Standing on the deck of the Giant Rock Battleship, Mu Fan felt an endless sorrow well up from the depths of his heart.
The long sword that had always been connected to his life had broken at this moment.
From the tip to the hilt...
This fierce weapon, which had seen countless slaughters, shattered like sand.
Shura's left hand still maintained the posture of holding the sword, but could no longer grip that familiar weapon.
"Broken... actually broken... haha!"
"This is really a huge surprise and shock."
Sigler Palm didn't expect that his final strong attack would directly shatter the Demon God Asura's sword.
It turns out that it feels so good to shatter a myth with your own hands.
So, even legends are nothing more than this.
The empty sheath remained at the waist.
Shura's body slowly stood up amidst slight tremors.
Swoosh!
Deadly claws sprang out along the hand armor.
