441. The Empress in Spring Thoughts

Thunderous!

When Zhao Douan unleashed a sword strike that had been suppressed and built up for over a month, shattering fiercely like lightning, the armor, sturdy enough to withstand a barrage of arrows, disintegrated like tofu, like paper, into pieces.

Fragments of the shattered iron armor scattered in all directions, one of which grazed the cheek of the blindfolded young man Qi Ye, cutting off a strand of hair as it swept past.

The fierce wind swept across the plaza, leaving everyone dumbfounded and unable to react in their shock.

Mo Chou maintained the posture of reaching out to pull Zhao Douan's sleeve, but it seemed as if she had been immobilized, unable to move, her eyes filled with daze.

A large group of Tributor eunuchs, led by Tang Jinzhong and Song Jinxi, almost had their eyes bulged out.

The pupils of Chai Keqiao suddenly narrowed as he stared intently at the white mark that appeared on the bluestone floor after a row of dummies fell.