What shattered in the pieces along with the cauldron, were the hearts of the numerous Sect disciples next to the Bright Moon Lake.

The [Desolate Heaven Cauldron] was extremely famous in Jianghu. Wang Ping’s authority and status was also extremely high within the top sects. In the eyes of many normal Jianghu disciples, Wang Ping was an existence akin to an immortal. His [Desolate Heaven Cauldron] had defeated many famed experts.

But for such a person, controlling such a cauldron, when he struck Ye Qingyu’s cauldron, it was like egg hitting a rock. It had shattered immediately.

Could it be that they were mistaken?

Countless people had the same thought at the same time, that they had witnessed something incorrectly. They could not help but rub their own eyes, continuing to look again.

However, even when they looked again, it was still the scene of the [Desolate Heaven Cauldron] breaking into pieces like wooden logs. Seeing countless pieces of the cauldron falling to the ground, seeing the look of shock and fear on Wang Ping's expression, seeking his body shaking and falling, his mouth opened wide, his face hideous and despairing as he retreated.......

An instant of collision...