The old man arrogantly swung his sword at Yang Tian.
However, just when it seemed there was no chance for Yang Tian or anyone else to survive under his blade, Yang Tian calmly extended two fingers.
Clang!
The blue sword was firmly caught between Yang Tian's two fingers, leaving the old man utterly dumbfounded.
"Why were you angry just now?"
With a snapping sound, Yang Tian broke the sword with his fingers. Then, he casually glanced at the old man and asked.
Broke... broke... broken... shattered?
A magical weapon, passed down through countless years, was casually snapped in half by Yang Tian's two fingers right in front of me?
And even after summoning the mightiest magic, where was the wrath of the Azure Dragon?
The old man was stunned. Staring at Yang Tian, holding the broken sword in his hand, he couldn't utter a single word.
In his eyes, this was something that simply shouldn't, and couldn't, happen. Yet, it did!
