Back then, Shuo Feng had seemed to have fully mastered the Curio of Heaven, Sword. From beginning to end, there had been no sign of him ever losing control.

But it was different now. In the past, facing Su Xiaomei's unending assault, Shuo Feng had only ever defended; he had never once taken the initiative to attack.

Flashes of white light, deflecting the enemy's every strike, and the rebounded force was even several magnitudes stronger than the original technique.

Its nature was exactly the same as this wooden sword. But... it simply could not initiate an attack?

Li Fan seemed to finally understand why Shuo Feng could never truly master Sword.

He mulled it over. The man would have to figure this out himself sooner or later anyway. Might as well do him a favor.

So he fixed his gaze on the wooden sword in Shuo...