Puchi!
The Demon Slaying Sword broke, Wu He spit blood and flew backward, crashing onto the Demon Slaying Platform, looking disheveled and pale, clutching his chest, eyes shocked as he looked at the sky.
The flying sword shattered the Demon Slaying Sword, repelled Wu He, and now hovered above the head of the white-haired woman, like a guardian deity protecting her.
After a brief moment of surprise, the warriors present exclaimed one after another: "Who dares to disrupt the Demon Slaying Conference?"
"Such audacity, do you not value your life?"
"Who are you, courting death?"
All the warriors roared in fury; originally, the sword was to kill the white-haired woman, and all matters would rest in peace.
But unexpectedly, a twist occurred.
The nine strong ones around the Demon Slaying Platform were shocked as they looked at the flying sword, their expressions filled with astonishment, for this flying sword broke through their defenses and struck Wu He on the platform.
