One sword.
Another sword.
Just now, Lin Yuan killed his junior apprentice Kshatriya with one strike.
Now, one sword left a three-foot-long scar on Brahma's chest.
For a moment, Brahma couldn't quite distinguish whether it was Lin Yuan who was strong, or the sword itself was strong.
"Zheng!"
"Zheng, zheng!"
Lin Yuan flicked the blood off his sword, the blade slicing through the air, emitting a piercing sound.
Lin Yuan had to admit, the Human King Sword was truly extraordinary.
Lin Yuan's ability was very strong, even without the Bronze Sword and Bronze Armor, he was stronger than anyone among Brahma and Kshatriya.
Strong as he was, he definitely couldn't achieve killing Kshatriya in a single strike and injuring Brahma with another.
If without the Bronze Armor and Bronze Sword, Lin Yuan's battle with Kshatriya and Brahma would be hard-fought.
Rather than the current situation, which seemed overwhelmingly dominant.
