In the vast stone hall, a thunderous crash rang out. The Buddha statue, already battered and riddled with holes, collapsed under the impact. Fragments clattered across the floor, sending dust billowing through the hall.
“Cough, cough!”
The people below were forced into a fit of violent coughing. Through the haze, Fu Yan felt the Linglong Broken Sword in her hand begin to tremble violently, as though it had received some kind of summons.
Before Fu Yan could react, the broken sword shot out of her hand, flying straight toward the spatial rift above the stone hall.
Bai Yue Li,...
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