As he pointed with his sword finger, one could see at the tip of that finger a sharp edge protruding about an inch.
That was caused by Spiritual Energy overflowing outside his body, forming a razor edge that was about to collide in midair with the sword tip.
Greed filled the eyes of the black figure; his gaze did not fall on Lin Chen, but dropped to the sword's body, bursting with an extremely intense desire.
"Let me see just how durable this Spiritual Treasure really is!"
Just now he had not gone all out, but what surprised him was that the sword in Lin Chen's hand, after enduring that strike, was actually completely unscathed. This piqued his interest.
Unconsciously, the black figure's attacks grew a few degrees more ferocious.
The sharp force between his fingers pierced the flow of air, meeting the sword blade Lin Chen was swinging toward him.
Point against edge!
