Chang Tianque was shocked by what happened.
Buzz!
The broken sword fell into Cheng Jianxin's hand, but emitted a sword cry, the rust and dust on it falling off, as if cheering in joy.
Cheng Jianxin chuckled silently, drew the sword out, and walked towards the center of the plaza where the white vortex was.
His steps were initially somewhat staggering, but after a few steps, became steadier and his posture more upright.
Clang!
The rusty sword in his hand sounded like a dragon's roar, shedding all its rust and dust, revealing a cold glint, with two characters inscribed on the blade:
Red Dust!
Looking at his back, people around involuntarily felt a sense of piercing pain in their foreheads, as if facing a sharp blade.
Swish!
Everyone's eyes stung, and in a blink, the tall figure ahead had vanished.
A huge gap appeared in the central white fog vortex, as if it had been directly torn open by a sharp blade.
Sha Lifei wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.
