Not only did the speed of the knife light exceed the visual abilities of everyone, but even the spiritual senses of the grade 7 experts could only feel a small shadow. They didn't know what it was.
The few white lights flashed across in an instance. Then it was kept right back into Zong Shou's sleeves.
When Yuan Jiuchen's head was tossed up, he didn't know that he had died. It wasn't until he made several flips in the air and saw his headless body, did panic and despair appear in his eyes.
Then, the head landed on the ground and it was instantly stepped into meat paste by the thousands of horse hooves.
Ji Lingzi, on the side, hollered out, his tone filled with disbelief.
That was the Xuan iron wenshan armor! A grade 8 spiritual artifact that could be compared to a magical treasure! How was it broken so easily?