But in an instant, the Flying Sword's brilliance returned.
It was evident that some beautiful woman had exhausted her own Spiritual Power to offer support.
The Flying Sword didn't pause, piercing through the last two phantoms, sweeping toward the head of the Small Knife.
It actually aimed to slice off his scalp.
This was a punishment for overestimating himself.
Just as it was about to strike.
A golden light emerged.
Directly enveloping the blue light.
Subsequently, a Golden Bell appeared.
The blue Flying Sword struggled, the Golden Bell fluctuated in size, emitting a -1hp.
Only Small Knife could see this.
Everyone else saw that the Middle-Grade Magical Flying Sword could not be breached.
How could that be?
Could it be that, perhaps...
Is it really?
Is it actually a Middle-Grade Magical Artifact? A Defensive Magical Artifact at that?
More precious than an Attack Magical Artifact.
Exclamations of astonishment rose from below the stage.
