The katana clanged as it broke, and the chest of the black-clad assailant was also sliced open by the blade!
"Bang!"
The man's eyes bulged as he instantly turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared in front of Ling Feng.
He then materialized five meters away, coldly saying, "What kind of sword is that?"
He couldn't help but be shocked. His katana had been secretly crafted, hammered out of fine steel thousands of times to be completed, and was the proud work of Shinozuka Ichiro, a master of the Dongying sword-drawing school.
In the eyes of this samurai, there was no other blade in the world sharper than his katana.
Yet, unexpectedly, instead of easily slicing through Ling Feng's Short Dagger, it was his treasured weapon that had been damaged, and of course, his heart ached!
At this moment, Ling Feng's face was full of disdain: "This? Of course, it's the sword meant to kill you!"
"Do you know the consequences of provoking our Shadow Group?" the black-clad samurai asked.