Heartbroken Mr Lu

Mr Lu hadn't expected his Skywalker sword to be so thoroughly destroyed…

This was a second-class holy weapon!

Why had a second-class holy weapon turned into a ball of slag after colliding with a physical fist?

Gazing at this scene, Mr Lu froze the instant the Skywalker sword shattered. When he came back to his senses, Little Silver's fist was already glued to his face…

Mr Lu's face and Little Silver's fist came into intimate contact without the slightest gap between them… and his entire body was sent flying by this single attack.

His face completely caved in.

This punch was like hitting a thick and solid tree trunk, and it left a deep impression of a fist in his face.

"So weak…"

Staring at Mr Lu who had been sent flying by his fist, sweat suddenly ran down Little Silver's face as he blurted out the words almost subconsciously.