In an instant, the axe collided harshly with the sword. There wasn't the clang of metal Edward had anticipated, only a sharp CRACK.
His axe shattered, cleaved by Zhang Bin's Flying Sword Blood Fang as easily as tofu. Then, carrying a surging killing intent, the sword slashed toward Edward's waist.
"Ah..." Scared out of his wits, Edward's face twisted with an unprecedented level of horror.
Although he was powerful enough to rival a Late Gold Core Realm Cultivator, he was an American. How could he possibly comprehend the sharpness and terror of a Middle-Grade Flying Sword? In his wildest dreams, he never imagined Zhang Bin's flying sword could so easily chop through his axe.
