"Boom!"
Chen Nan swung his Thunderbolt True Hand again, the powerful martial power sweeping across, causing the void to tremble where it passed, and once again he struck the surface of the sword—
"Crack..."
The flying sword could no longer withstand the massive force and instantly shattered.
"Thump thump thump..."
A series of footsteps sounded out as the Cultivator staggered back several steps, his face ashen.
The reason Cultivators could remotely control flying swords and behead their enemies from thousands of miles away was that during the forging of the flying swords, they imprinted their spiritual imprints into the body of the swords, forming a mind connection, allowing them to control the swords with their spirit.
Now that the flying sword had been shattered by Chen Nan, the spiritual imprint was damaged, and the Cultivator himself was also injured.