In the giant pit, the Saint Master got up, his expression a mix of shock and confusion.
His robes were tattered, with a massive wound stretching from his shoulder to his abdomen, blood flowing down, pooling on the ground.
"Pfft!"
Just as he got up, a spurt of fresh blood burst from his mouth.
"How is it possible?"
The Saint Master gritted his teeth through the searing pain, "That kid's weapon... it's a mystical weapon! A complete mystical weapon!"
Only a complete mystical weapon could unleash such terrifying power, capable of shattering his attacks.
Even he, the Master of the Holy Land, had only recently obtained a broken mystical weapon by chance.
But Chen Yu had a complete mystical weapon!
At this moment, the Saint Master's heart was in turmoil, feeling uneasy and lost.
Previously, with his broken mystical weapon, no one could rival him.
But now, as long as Chen Yu could hold him off, others would seize the opportunity to attack, putting him at a greater disadvantage.
