Dark Spirit

Hum hum hum. Those two swords kept shaking, trying to break free of Little Wingsy's grip but unable to do so.

"Let go!" Tuoba Yan yelled. He urged his Celestial Chi but it had no effect.

Tuoba Yan's face paled in fright. He sensed that he had lost contact with the two swords. Just who was this little boy to be able to grab his swords with his hands?

Little Wingsy grabbed a Tier Three spirit artifact sword in each hand but could not make any moves to catch the third one. The third sword swung at Little Wingsy's head.

A "ding" sounded. Contrary to Tuoba Yan's imagination, the sword did not cut Little Wingsy in half. Instead, the artifact spirit in the Tier Three spirit artifact sword trembled in fear. It finally shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.

There was an additional but faint trace left on Little Wingsy but was not noticeable if one did not look carefully.