The chain, empowered by the blood sacrifice, was faster than the naked eye could follow.
Pei Yan barely managed to raise his sword to block. The instant the Cyan Bamboo Sword collided with the chain, the frosty patterns on its blade flaked away like brittle porcelain.
For the first time, Xu Yunfan saw terror flash in the eyes of the Sword Pavilion's True Inheritor. The end of the chain wasn't fastened with an iron ring, but with ninety standard-issue Sword Pavilion nameplates!
Xu Yunfan's eyebrows rose. 'So that's why,' he realized. 'No wonder the Sword Pavilion's True Inheritor was so furious.'
'To think the Sword Pavilion had lost another ninety disciples.'
CRACK!
The Cyan Bamboo Sword whined and trembled. A blade that should have been a Divine Weapon was now covered in fractures, on the verge of shattering.
