The sword had a spirit and certainly did not wish to be held by another.
Terrifying sword wind erupted!
SSST!
Wen Zhixing only felt a sharp pain assail him as his palm was directly pierced by strands of sword wind. Blood began to flow freely, dripping down. His entire right hand turned into a blur of flesh and blood. His fingers involuntarily relaxed, and the long sword broke free, flying into Wen Miner's hands. Seizing the opportunity, Wen Miner's figure flashed, her toes tapping as she retreated to a distance.
"Hmm?"
Wen Zhixing did not pay attention to Wen Miner but looked down at his pierced palm.
It was somewhat painful. Wen Miner's long sword was a bit out of the ordinary, at least stronger than his Sword Pill. However, it was just a bit out of the ordinary. It posed no threat to him.
