Before his words had even faded, with a sharp clang, the Crimson Longsword left its sheath. A dense, blood-red Sword Qi flashed forth so fast that no one could see its trajectory!
"Pfft!"
Hua Mingzhan's words came to an abrupt halt.
He remained frozen on the spot in the posture of preparing to unleash a divine ability.
Only then did a pillar of blood burst from the wound on his neck and shoot into the sky.
The next second, the head still wearing an astonished expression hit the ground with a thud and rolled several meters away.
"Idiot!" Yun Zhiyi sheathed her sword and said to Cang Yuan, "Send people to find Hua Shengjie. Make sure we get the Dragon Claw Holy Cup!"
Cang Yuan nodded.
That sword strike had been so fast that even he had failed to catch the Sword Qi's path!
The Sect Master was far too powerful.
If she reached the Half-Saint level, just how terrifying would she become?
Cang Yuan left.
Yun Zhiyi wrapped her arms around Shen Wuxiao's arm. "Husband, do you also think Hua Shengjie took it?"
Shen Wuxiao lit a cigarette and took a drag.
"Yeah. He probably stumbled across it by accident. With that pig brain of his, he probably couldn't even write the four words 'prepare for a rainy day,' so how could he have thought that far ahead?"
"According to my guess, that trash was afraid of dying and came to worship his ancestors. Then the ancestral hall collapsed, pinning him underneath, and he happened to find it!"
"What I'm worried about now is someone snatching it from us halfway," Shen Wuxiao said slowly.
Yun Zhiyi nodded as well. "That's entirely possible. Things here have gone on for so long that it's no longer a secret."
"Someone should be