The Demon Blade—a weapon that had endured for a thousand years, that had followed Qi Zhenguo through countless campaigns, that was thought to be indestructible—shattered into fragments in that instant.
What!
Qi Zhenguo's face filled with horror. Even he was terrified, because not even he, a Martial Emperor, could destroy the Demon Blade.
'It was precisely because I'd tested it and knew its terrifying power that I made it my personal weapon. But now... Lin Han destroyed it so easily?'
But before he could dwell on it, another of Lin Han's fists had already smashed forward, landing squarely on Qi Zhenguo's chest.
BOOM!!!
With a tremendous crash, Qi Zhenguo was sent flying sideways, slamming heavily into the ground and carving a long trench in his wake.
SPURT!
To everyone's shock, Qi Zhenguo coughed up blood in front of them all, his chest instantly stained a vivid, bloody red.
It was a horrifying sight.
