The ear-splitting metal grinding noises, mist, branches and leaves stirred from the crazily whirling flying dagger along with the rings of sparks made Lin Xi and the others who originally didn’t notice Tong Wei immediately see where he was.

In that instant, the black robes around Tong Wei’s body quickly fluttered about. They were quickly diced to pieces by the flying sword, set aflame by the sparks, turning into countless small flames.

Under continuous strikes, the temperature of the light and transparent little sword itself also rapidly climbed, becoming slightly red. However, it was unknown what material this light little sword was made of, actually not showing the slightest sign of melting or damage. The blade wasn’t worn in the slightest, still solid and sharp.

The armor within Tong Wei’s black robes was already completely exposed.

This was a black metal armor that also looked lightweight, but gave off an extremely shocking feeling.

The long and narrow metal armor plates were like the feathers of a phoenix, packed together densely. Black radiance swirled about the extremely fine runes that couldn’t be seen clearly with the naked eye, forming a Luan bird...