Xu Yanwu forcefully pulled the Xuanyuan Sword from the ground, but to his surprise, the various negative emotions he had thought would cause trouble did not break free from the Xuanyuan Sword. Instead, they remained quietly within it, without any reaction.
That powerless feeling of throwing a punch into cotton caught Xu Yanwu off guard.
"Got the Xuanyuan Sword? That... easily?"
Xu Yanwu muttered, "Why... Could Ji Lin really be gone?"
The others below were also surprised when they saw Xu Yanwu obtain the Xuanyuan Sword and then stop moving.
"What happened to Nu Ba?"
"Could something have gone wrong?"
What Xu Yanwu did not know was that Ji Lin was watching everything within the palace.
Ji Lin had deliberately left the Xuanyuan Sword behind in the first place, intending to have whoever picked it up fight the others because of the sword.
But Xu Yanwu's appearance filled Ji Lin with fury from the depths of her heart.
Moreover, Xu Yanwu had not been controlled by that hatred after grasping the Xuanyuan Sword. He had instead picked it up with ease.
Holding the Xuanyuan Sword, Xu Yanwu looked around in confusion, but found nothing unusual.
Frowning, Xu Yanwu gripped the Xuanyuan Sword and tried to head down, only to suddenly feel the sword in his hand begin trembling.
Xu Yanwu tried to hold tightly onto the Xuanyuan Sword, but in the next instant, a tall skeletal horse appeared out of nowhere in midair. Raising its front hooves, it smashed them down at Xu Yanwu, who was trying to control the sword.
"Pi... Pipima?"
Xu Yanwu instinctively raised his hand to block, but the horse's target was not him. It was the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand.
The hoof struck the hand gripping the Xuanyuan Sword. The heavy blow knocked the