PFFT...
In the blink of an eye, the Flying Sword struck Lv Yuze's chest, piercing through him as if he were made of tofu. It flew out from his back, trailing a dazzling stream of blood. A thick, metallic scent permeated the air.
"Ah..." Lv Yuze let out a piercing scream. He felt the strength drain from his body as an icy coldness spread through him. The intense pain from his heart surged into his mind. He clearly understood that a hole had been pierced through his heart. He wasn't going to survive.
With a THUD, he fell backward onto the ground, shouting in fury, "Zhang Bin, you went back on your word! You said you wouldn't use your ultimate weapon!"
"You really should have trusted my integrity," Zhang Bin said sincerely. "Because to me, a Middle-Grade Flying Sword is hardly an ultimate weapon."
