The decrepit old man, who seemed on the verge of death, simply caught the incoming treasured sword between two fingers. Despite the samurai's effort to wrest the sword free, he found those two aged fingers possessed the strength of a thousand catties, leaving the sword completely immobile.
The samurai sensed trouble, for this elder was actually a hidden master. Just then, the old man slightly moved his fingers, and the treasured sword immediately snapped in two, the tip flying backwards to slice the samurai's throat, blood gushing forth and quickly staining the room red.
The surrounding eunuchs, terrified by the bloody spectacle before them, screamed wretchedly and started running about like headless flies, only to discover an invisible barrier had somehow appeared, preventing them from leaving the room now awash in blood, regardless of how desperately they tried.
