"You... pfft!"
Upon seeing the two broken halves of the shattered sword on the ground, the old specter, Xuan You, immediately spat a mouthful of old blood.
This was both because the flying sword, which he had refined and was linked to his mind, had its divine thought imprint destroyed.
And also because his heart ached enough to make him vomit blood!
A magical artifact he had spent over a decade painstakingly planning and had just sacrificed successfully, although not completely, could always be remedied in the future.
Who would have thought that now it would be destroyed by Chen Qi's Yin Thunder Pearl!
My White Bone Yin Demon Sword!
At this moment, Chen Qi's breath grew even weaker, his back hunched, and the wrinkles on his face deepened as he gasped for breath, appearing old and frail.
Anyone could see that he was gravely depleted at this point, with almost all of his cultivation likely exhausted.
