Zhou Yitang's cool voice rang out once again.
The Broken Swordman furrowed his brows sharply, and his Sword Intent surged relentlessly.
The air trembled, and the withered leaves surrounding the two were swept up in a whirlwind.
It was a moment as cruel as a clash of needle and wheat awn...
"It's all wrong, completely wrong!"
Suddenly, Zhang Xuqu shouted:
"A misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. I fell on my own! My foot slipped, and my hand broke from the fall!"
This absurd remark abruptly shattered the tense atmosphere in the dense forest.
The Broken Swordman cast a glance at him and said:
"The cut is quite clean."
"What can I say? Went out without checking the almanac, walked without watching the path, and here I am," Zhang Xuqu replied, forcing a smile.
Although he firmly believed the Broken Swordman would not lose to the Sword Armor, the real question was—what should he do?
