"A flying sword? This is by no means merely a flying sword."
The corner of Yin Talisman's mouth was slightly raised, as venomous as his nickname suggested.
The moment the flying sword darted into the hall, his hands had already gathered a spell formula, and the speed at which his palms made the formula was so fast that even Liu Feihong and Xie Jun'an could only see the afterimages flicker, unable to discern what exactly his hand movements were.
As Yin Talisman concentrated on his seal technique, spiritual energy and divine sense continuously surged toward the flying sword that had entered the hall.
In an instant, the sword body of the flying sword trembled violently, and countless cracks spread across its surface.
With a loud "bang," the entire flying sword within the hall shattered into countless fragments.