"How is this possible, how did he do it?"
Everyone present was utterly shocked.
Wasn't everything supposed to turn into mundane objects in this space? How can Xiao Chen still wield Taoist treasures and retrieve things from afar?
Why does that sword still possess extraordinary divine qualities, unaffected by this space?
"Xiao Chen, you..."
Pei Anqi's eyes widened in disbelief.
She had tried to overestimate the rank of the Zhan Yue Sword, but she still underestimated it.
In such a space, the Zhan Yue Sword was remarkably unaffected, its power seemingly undiminished.
This is entirely cheating!
On the last step of the mountain of knives, Leng Wulei, who had reached his limit, saw his final hope destroyed and fainted outright, his spirit completely broken.
He had given his all, enduring unimaginable pain, only to see success slip away within a breath of time.
Nothing is more despairing than this!
"That sword of yours... a High Rank Holy Artifact? No, it's more than that..."
