"Martial Soul Secret Skill! Cease War!" Lin Bai roared in shame and fury, and a burst of black light condensed on the sword's edge.
With the Secret Skill's blessing, the Demonic Sword was like a hot knife through butter, piercing through the surface of the Wudao Fan.
At that very instant, Prince Wudao's face filled with panic. Seeing Lin Bai's sword edge pierce through the Wudao Fan, he immediately flashed backward, dodging in time, yet his shoulder was still struck by that sword, a spray of flesh and blood exploding.
Prince Wudao retreated a hundred meters. He first glanced at the wound on his shoulder, then shifted his gaze to the Folding Fan in his hand.
He spread open the Folding Fan; on the fan surface a thin slit two fingers wide appeared, clearly left by Lin Bai's sword that had just pierced through.
"How is this possible! How could your sword pierce the Wudao Fan's defense… The Wudao Fan is an Emperor Artifact!" Prince Wudao looked up at Lin Bai, speaking in disbelief.
