It had not only physical force but also energy fluctuations, which made Yang Yi finally understand that this thing was fiercer than ancient beasts in the cultivation hierarchy, and indeed, not something that an average Saint could contend with.
However, Tang Shihao was clearly unskilled. He brandished it around for a long time, and although the first few moves looked decent, the rest was like a primary schooler dancing.
He had no combat skills whatsoever, and couldn't handle the sword properly; after randomly practicing for about half an hour, he reverted back.
Packing away the miniature Mecha, Tang Shihao touched his forehead and frowned as he looked at the huge ravine before him, "Now I've done it, I still need to fix the museum in the future, how did this turn into a giant chasm."
Yang Yi came over, smiling, "This is what you just split open, this thing really does pack a punch!"