"Ding—"
With a flick of Ying Yue's finger, a sound like thunder exploded in the room, nearly piercing everyone's eardrums with a terrifying clang.
"Ah—"
Liusheng Piaoxue, Liu Weiguo, and Wu Wei groaned, instinctively covering their ears, their expressions filled with immense pain.
Meanwhile, the paper-covered wooden windows around them, under the impact of this clang, burst violently into pieces.
As for the sword light, which seemed like a breathtaking surge, just as it was about to strike the top of Ying Yue's head, it suddenly stopped moving after a flick.
The God Slaying Single Strike, motionless!
A savage smile froze on Liusheng Shi Lang's face, then, under his incredulous gaze, the katana forged in imitation of the Demon Blade Muramasa emitted a crisp crack and broke into two pieces.
The broken blade fell to the ground, emitting a clear humming sound!