Wen Qingye looked at the stone pillars and fiercely swung his sword.
CLANG!
The Sword Aura shot out, carving a deep gash into a stone pillar as thick as a man's waist and sending stone chips flying.
'As expected of a Magical Artifact at the Peak of King Grade!'
Wen Qingye was slightly taken aback. After all, he had used eighty percent of his full strength in that strike, amplified by his Mid-Level King Grade One Thought Sword, yet he still hadn't managed to cut the stone pillar in two.
Liu Xuan drifted toward the coffin and laughed heartily. "Give up the struggle! If your cultivation were a little stronger, you might have a sliver of a chance with that Treasure Sword in your hand. But you're only at the Sixth Level of the Yin Yang Realm. I don't know why your Primordial Qi is so abundant, but the gap between our realms is insurmountable. You have no hope of breaking through my Magical Artifact!"
