At this moment, Li Chen seemed to finally snap out of it, scratching his itchy neck, he asked the vest-wearing man, "What were you about to say?"
The vest-wearing man's body trembled, looking at Li Chen, then at the broken blade lying on the ground, suddenly feeling heartbroken.
This was the precious... precious saber he had worked hard to obtain!
Legend has it that this was a high-quality replica sword forged by an artifact refining master from another world, modeled after Lord Nether King's saber, the Red Moon, using various strange metals, yet it just broke... broke.
What hurt him even more was that this saber did not break on some hard steel or alloy, but snapped on a person's neck!
Is this damn thing a precious saber?!
If he hadn't personally cut through an iron pillar over ten centimeters thick with this saber when he got it, he would have suspected it was a fake.
But how could a person's neck snap a saber?
