The chaos at Yuanfeng Building was barely contained. In broad daylight, the Jianghu masters scattered, searching everywhere for Chen Yi and Dong Gong Ruoshu, whose whereabouts were unknown.
"A clean cut, severed inside and outside almost simultaneously. Such sharp Sword Intent—it cannot be mistaken. This is the killing sword of the Broken Swordsman."
Thunder Bear lay heavily injured on the bed, his bleeding staunched, wrapped layer upon layer with white cloth. The monk from Liuyang Monastery pressed two fingers to his pulse, his expression somber as he said:
"Thunder Bear's Golden Bell Shield is an extremely rigid external Cultivation Technique, but the killing sword is the sharpest Swordsmanship under the heavens. One sword imbued with true essence can split a gust of wind—something as soft and fleeting as the wind stands no chance. Against such force, even the most rigid Cultivation Technique like the Golden Bell Shield cannot hold."
