"A remnant of the Void Divine Weapon?"
Chen Mu reached out and took the broken sword placed in the center of the secret vault of the Foreign Race's ancestral lands, slowly lifting it up. He carefully observed the broken part with his gaze, unable to determine how it had broken.
After a brief observation, Chen Mu held the broken half of the sword's edge in front of him and flicked it with his finger.
Ding.
A crisp sound of metal clashing rang out.
This flick from Chen Mu seemed ordinary but was actually executed with full force, concentrating Vigorous and Physical Strength at one point. Even a Superior Spirit Weapon would not withstand this flick and would certainly snap.
However, after enduring Chen Mu's flick, this broken sword remained intact, not leaving a trace on its surface. In terms of resilience, it far surpassed any Spirit Weapon Chen Mu had ever seen.
Swoosh!
