"When I block this strike, it will be my turn to attack!"
"Kid, within thirty moves, I'll have your head!" thought Kshatriya.
Clearly, Kshatriya hadn't realized the severity of the situation. Instead of thinking about how to survive, he was plotting a counterattack.
However, Kshatriya would soon regret.
He would regret not fleeing at the first opportunity.
Instead, he stubbornly chose to withstand Lin Yuan's assault head-on.
The Bronze Sword carried a majestic sword intent and stabbed into the Nine Army Shield.
"Crack!"
"Crack! Crack!"
The Nine Army Shield, Kshatriya's pride, was as brittle as tofu under the Bronze Sword, unable to withstand even a single blow.
As the tip of the Bronze Sword touched the Nine Army Shield, it shattered into spider-web patterns as if it was made of fragile glass, though it had blocked countless attacks for Kshatriya in countless battles.
"Boom!"
