"How did it end up like this?" Lin Tian froze for a moment and looked at his thumb. There was only a black iron ring there, completely unchanged.
Just as Lin Tian was puzzled, a crisp snap broke his train of thought. He felt his grip loosen and his body fell backward.
Luckily his reflexes were good; he twisted in midair and landed steady. But when he saw what was in his hands, he froze again. All he held was half a broken sword. With the purple flames gone, he could see clearly—it was half of the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword.
"Fuck, it broke…" Lin Tian couldn't help cursing. This wasn't some knockoff; it was the genuine Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword, and it had snapped.
Xu Feibai and the others looked at Lin Tian, then at the broken sword, their faces full of disbelief. From his expression, even Xu Feibai hadn't expected the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword to break.
