"Damn it!"
Chen Yuan cursed, his spiritual artifact trembling in his hand under the authority of the King's Device, causing his palm to go numb from the vibration.
But he did not give up; instead, he desperately tried to maintain control, constantly channeling spiritual power into the blade.
However, in the face of absolute power disparity, the outcome was not something personal strength could alter.
"Clang..."
Under the overwhelming force of the King's Device, the spiritual artifact that had been the envy of countless passersby eventually snapped under the pressure, scattering fragments across the ground.
Chen Yuan stared at the remaining hilt in his hand, dazed.
This sword, that had followed him through countless killings, had ended up...
Shattered!
Unacceptable!
Unbelievable!
"A King's Device?"
Xiao Mingyu's lips curved into a greedy smile, "I'm suddenly quite interested in your identity!"
Having a King's Device proved Nalan Fenfei's noble lineage.