Yan Xiaobao closed his eyes. The sword in his hand, grasping tightly, suddenly moved swiftly, and Yan Xiaobao drew the sword. In the dimly lit room, a flash of sword light passed by, and with a sudden loud crash, the bookshelf was cut in half. Even the stone wall behind the bookshelf bore marks of the attack.
Staring at the shattered bookshelf, Yan Xiaobao was stunned. Considering it was his first attempt at an attack, its destructiveness left him very satisfied, yet deeply shocked.
