章節 1516: Instant Victory

As Ai Fei was being dumbfounded by the situation, Tang Wulin's palm had already come into contact with the North Tip Saber. 

The power produced from the instant collision was hard to describe with words. Firstly, the audience members saw broken pieces. Those broken pieces were the black color emitted from the North Tip. When Tang Wulin's right hand grabbed the North Tip Saber's blade, it felt as if the air had turned into a spiderweb. Black streams dispersed and scattered before the saber and hand were linked together.

A hint of purple lingered in Tang Wulin's eyes. He shouted coldly, and a ball of blue-purple lightning exploded with a loud boom from the center of his right palm like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky.