"Huh?"
A soft exclamation escaped Jian Wu, Wang Jixuan, and Layman Luoshan at the same time.
Layman Luoshan had naturally been observing the duel between the two juniors all along.
At first, she had been somewhat disdainful of Feng Zheng. Later, however, a hint of admiration appeared in her eyes. Her reactions were utterly genuine.
It was not only Layman Luoshan. Feng Zheng had also given Jian Wu and several elders a slight shock today.
They had all assumed Feng Zheng primarily cultivated the Dao of Wind. Who would have thought he had chosen a path where wind bolstered the might of fire?
Not bad. He had potential.
Feng Zheng's fire sword intent had not yet fully taken shape. Otherwise, it should have been able to contend with the Great Dao of Slaughter.
But that was beside the point.
During the fierce battle, the Slaughter Sword Intent suddenly sensed something. Wang Jixuan directly threw out the Purple Feather Sword, which seemed drawn by something and shot toward the northwest.
Wang Jixuan and Feng Zheng pursued it at once.
Layman Luoshan, as well as Jian Wu and the others watching from outside, were now paying close attention to this duel.
The Purple Feather Sword swiftly arrived at a place thick with baleful aura.
In the outside world, encountering such a sight would naturally have been alarming... but this place was already filled with baleful aura, and such concentrated pockets were everywhere.
The Purple Feather Sword suddenly dropped downward.
"Don't!"
"Hey!"
Daoist Wang and Feng Zheng raised their hands almost simultaneously, stopping each other from fleeing downward.
Wang Jixuan clenched his hand in the air. The Purple Feather Sword's sword spirit promptly responded, and the Immortal Sword trembled a few times before floating directly back into Wang Jixuan's palm.
It conveyed an