Hehehe!!
Almost visible to the naked eye, the cyan katana in the hands of the Martial Artist from Morishitamura began to bend, deform, and shatter under the twisting of Chu Mo's wrists, bit by bit!
At the same time, the Martial Artist from Morishitamura and the eleven members beside him were all filled with an expression of utter shock.
No one knew better than they did what material this cyan katana was made of.
It was forged from a supreme steel exclusive to their island nation.
Yet now, it was in Chu Mo's hands, being crushed with impunity like a child's toy?
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Only when the katana shattered into pieces and fell to the ground with the sound of a mountain collapsing did everyone come to their senses.
Morishitamura's eyes flashed rapidly.
He was completely stunned. How could a young man from China be so terrifyingly strong?
Was he mistaken, or had the level of Chinese cultivators reached such a monstrous degree?
