True Demon Blood Crystal

Zhang Tie sped through the air, feeling quite pleased with the sword strike he had just unleashed. He believed that after witnessing its power, those five would surely be too frightened to come and throw away their lives so easily again.

However, not long after Zhang Tie and his companions had flown on, he suddenly sensed an unusual aura coming from behind him. His body halted sharply, his brows knitting together as he turned without hesitation and stared into the distance behind him with piercing eyes.

A few breaths later, a streak of yellow light appeared in Zhang Tie's sight, racing toward him at tremendous speed. It was as swift as lightning, closing in on him in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Zhang Tie immediately unleashed one of his divine abilities, conjuring an enormous palm in an instant. The palm was as massive as a mountain and radiated a suffocating pressure.

The yellow light collided with the giant hand in an instant, producing a dull boom. Zhang Tie's giant hand clamped down on the yellow light like an iron pincer.

Once the light settled slightly, Zhang Tie focused his gaze and realized that it was actually a yellow flying sword. The sword was an antique yellow throughout, its blade glimmering faintly.

However, only moments after Zhang Tie caught the flying sword, it suddenly let out a crisp cracking sound. As though unable to bear the strain, it exploded in an instant. Countless streaks of yellow light scattered like fireworks before quickly fading into the air.

At the same time, the voice of a middle-aged man drifted leisurely through the air. "Fellow Daoist, please wait. We are participating disciples of the Five Elements Sword Sect. We mean no harm in coming here. We merely wish to retrieve the two