Gu Benchang's expression changed drastically. He frantically circulated his magical power, forming hand seals to control his Spirit Sword, determined to shred Lin Chang'sheng to pieces.
But he found out that his Spirit Sword wasn't responding to him at all.
"Crack!"
With a crisp snap, Gu Benchang suddenly realized that he'd lost the connection between his divine sense and his own Spirit Sword. What's more, the young cultivator in front of him had simply snapped the sword into three pieces with his bare hands!
Gu Benchang's face went ghostly pale!
"What kind of crappy scrap metal is this?!"
"Just trash!"
Lin Chang'sheng tossed the broken Spirit Sword to the ground, stared at the Peak Foundation Establishment cultivator before him, and let out a cold laugh, eyes brimming with contempt.
The next moment.
Lin Chang'sheng unleashed Three Thousand Thunder Moves, flickered forward in a blur, and swung a punch straight at the Peak Foundation Establishment cultivator.
