As the crowd scrambled to avoid the falling rocks, Master Pingyang not only had his sword technique broken by Ning Wangshu, but his flying sword was also shattered into countless pieces, completely destroyed. The backlash from the destruction of his flying sword caused him to let out a muffled groan, a trickle of bright red blood slowly seeping from the corner of his mouth.

That flying sword was his life-bound treasure, refined day and night. Now that it was utterly destroyed, he couldn't avoid the backlash!

However, Master Pingyang couldn't afford to worry about his injuries at this moment. He suppressed the violent churning of his blood and energy within, staring at Ning Wangshu in shock and disbelief.

"How... how is this possible!?"