Wang Xuan could not resist reaching out to touch the back of Sect Master Zhang's neck. When he had been young, he had suffered no small amount of oppression from Old Zhang.
So now, he was especially willing to spar and exchange pointers with Sect Master Zhang.
Goosebumps rose across Old Zhang's neck. He had not even seen how Wang Xuan made his move, yet he had already been touched?
He hurriedly said, "Stop right there. My cultivation has reached a critical stage. I should remain still, not move."
He believed Wang Xuan had progressed again in the Anomalous Being Domain. He did not want to court abuse; for now, it truly was not suitable to fight that freak Little Wang.
Sect Master Zhang changed the subject. "Why not tell me where you've been all these years? You can keep bragging about slaughtering True Saints too."
"These years, I went to many places. Across the vast deep space and All Heavens and Myriad Worlds, I left behind my footprints." Everything Wang Xuan said was true.
But it was all far too beyond the pale. Especially stated so vaguely, it was difficult for Old Zhang to believe.
As Wang Xuan spoke, he inspected the spoils he had obtained along the way. That sight immediately gave Old Zhang a tremendous fright.
"Two prohibited items just casually taken out?" Sect Master Zhang stood there in a daze. Though the sacred artifacts had not revived, he could still sense the supreme killing intent contained within them.
The black spear was one thing; he truly had never seen it before. But why did that great bow look so familiar?
Old Zhang eyed it suspiciously. "Wait a moment. Why does your bow and arrow circulate fragments of time? It looks somewhat like the sect-defending treasure of