If the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge could be put into use a day earlier, Nanwu would enjoy the geographical advantage, and its students would gain an opportunity for their strength to skyrocket.
"It failed!"
Before anyone realized it, Mu Cheng had already struck down four-fifths of the Evil Lice. Just as victory seemed within reach, Mu Jingliang suddenly let out a sigh.
SNAP!
Before Principal Nanwu and the others could even register their surprise, the sound of snapping metal rang out. Just as expected, the sword in Mu Cheng's hand shattered into countless fragments, scattering like a withered iron flower.
Deathly silence! The entire venue fell into a state of absolute silence.
The remaining fraction of the Evil Lice in front of Mu Cheng fluttered constantly around her face, as if mocking her. She had failed.
