C816 I'm Scared

Zheng -

Before the Xuan-Yuan Sword even landed on Ling Jue's head, it had already cracked. A good sword was instantly broken into pieces.

However, because of the sword spirit, the pieces didn't fly everywhere.

Qing Chen held the broken sword in his hand and stared at Ling Jue, who was standing on the peak of the mountain with a blank expression.

He closed his eyes