บท 1216: Surprising Yield

The armor plate hit the ground, flesh and blood exposed, as if its skin had been ripped off.

The knife marks on the throat and chest were fatal.

Just like that, the Armored Ape King died a gruesome death without even knowing what hit him.

One strike, one instant kill!

"Good weapon! Even better wielding technique!"

Chen Xiaobei held up the Dragon's Edge with both hands and examined it. Since its fortification, there were not much physical changes to the saber. One of the newer features was the brilliance that twirled endlessly like a gust of wind wrapping itself in a black space.

When Chen Xiaobei wielded it, the gust of wind would transform into a deadly tornado, making his battles as easy as he had expected it to be.