"That's it?"
Su Yan looked at the Ghost General with disdain.
Then, with a casual flip of his right hand, he snapped the blade that was chopping at him with a CRACK.
"This... This is impossible!"
Watching the scene unfold before it, the Ghost General immediately shouted, its very existence as a ghost thrown into doubt. Its forty-meter-long Demon Knife, forged from Ten-thousand-year Mysterious Iron, had slain countless creatures. An overwhelming Karma Force clung to it. Those who touched it would, at the very least, suffer from madness, plagued by nightmares night after night. At worst, their HP would surge violently, resulting in an on-the-spot explosion.
However, this Demon Knife was so formidable that even Mythical creatures dared not clash with it directly! Yet just now, this young man from the Human race had snapped it in half like a toothpick, with a mere CRACK!
This was utterly preposterous!
