One hand smoothly tore off his shirt, revealing a muscular upper body unprotected by any armor.
At the same time, his other large hand reverse-gripped the sword hilt and thrust forcefully.
A sharp, cold glint flickered as the sword tip raced towards Wen Zhixing's chest!
"No!"
Bai Luqiu and Liu Qingdai both shouted.
No, why are you doing this for real! they thought frantically.
But it was too late to stop him; they could only watch helplessly as the blade plunged in.
Bai Luqiu had even begun to consider how to treat Wen Zhixing.
CLANG!
A clear, crisp sound rang out.
Contrary to their fears, the image of the sword blade piercing through his chest did not materialize.
Instead, the Spirit Instrument Longsword hadn't penetrated his chest at all; its tip had shattered upon impact.
"This is..."
The two women were instantly stunned.
What's going on?
The sword tip broke?
That was a Spirit Instrument Longsword...
Even if it was just the most common kind.
