That sword in Zhang Guanyu's hands was a high-grade human-step treasure. If Sam had held the dark purple elastic iron spear, this sword would have already pierced straight through the spear shaft!
Sam only felt an unrivaled sharp strength vigorously transmit through him, and his body flew back into the air. He tumbled backward for several dozens of feet before using his strength to hold himself down, but the blood in his chest was still reeling from the impact.
So strong!
Sam could not help but acknowledge that even though Zhang Guanyu's true essence was impure, his strength was utterly dreadful!
"That slender sword bent a heavy spear. His sword was flooded with true essence, and with that irresistible strength, that sword forced me back so much. Zhang Guanyu is truly fierce."