"How is this possible?"
The black-clothed elder stared at the severed stump of his wrist, his eyeballs nearly bulging out. He was shocked beyond words.
His Vajra-like body, in front of the enemy, was as weak as a thin piece of paper, unable to even withstand a single sword strike.
He couldn't imagine what kind of divine weapon in the world could so easily break through his Vajra body.
"What kind of sword is that?"
The black-clothed elder's eyes narrowed, his sharp gaze shooting out and landing on the sword in the hands of the man in the middle.
This sword was merely an Emperor Level Lower Grade treasured sword.
Although such a blade was sharp, it definitely couldn't easily sever his wrist.
Unless it was an Emperor Artifact, perhaps only then could it break through his physical defense.
"My heavens, am I hallucinating? How did one sword strike cut off the Vajra Zombie's hand?"
