68 Sword Union of the World

As a soft whisper echoed, the pervasive sword intent lingering in the entire room suddenly converged and disappeared without a trace. Countless sword intents returned to the blade, and the fierce sword intent gradually dissipated.

"Crack..."

A sudden sound of shattering swords resonated. The precious sword in Zhu Youji's hand, in an instant, shattered like fragile porcelain, turning into countless fragments that fluttered down. Only the hilt remained in Zhu Youji's hand.

"Heh!"

"As expected, the material of this sword is not resilient enough."

Zhu Youji released his palm, letting the hilt fall to the ground. Zhu Youji's cultivation had reached the ninth grade, and despite being in the lower range of the ninth grade, his profound foundation, combined with insights from multiple martial arts and accumulated experiences, had reached a terrifying level.

When sword intent was unleashed, ordinary swords were unable to endure for long.

"What do you want?"