Having dealt with the troublesome bronze armor, Zuo Huang swung his sword again, using supreme sword energy to shatter the array patterns of the desolate ancient land.
"Whoosh!"
The once invincible array patterns instantly became as fragile as tofu before the True Martial Sword.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng, hiding in a corner of the chariot, couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.
But before Chen Changsheng could rejoice for long, a cold snort echoed again from the Black Mountain Range.
"Hmph!"
With the cold snort, a slender strand of hair fluttered in the wind.
"Clang!"
A crisp snapping sound rang out. The Xuanwu Kingdom's heirloom, a divine weapon powerful enough to cleave through the array patterns, was easily cleaved in two with a single strike.
The True Martial Sword, Zuo Hua
