C911 The Crazy Seventh Prince!

Feng Zhentian failed to discern anything special about the chunk of black iron.

"This piece?" Feng Zhentian felt something was off but outwardly dismissed the black iron with disdain.

"Ha, just wait and see." No sooner had he spoken than the Seventh Prince leapt up, gripping the iron with both hands before crashing down with it.

Feng Zhentian, as before, parried with his sword