The six Great Cultivators from Yellow Springs Palace had been here for several days, and their spiritual senses had constantly swept over their surroundings, yet they had failed to discover that four enemies were hiding nearby. This left them deeply vexed.
At this moment, Yun Ya, the leader of Yellow Springs Palace's group, had already understood everything clearly. The tall young Demon Venerable who had just been bound had discovered several cultivators hiding nearby long ago. Those highly unusual words he had spoken were precisely meant for the people in hiding.
As the one being bound, he naturally hoped that others would learn of this place's secrets.
However, this was precisely what the people from Yellow Springs Palace would never allow. With that thought, the old man surnamed Yun hurriedly sent a voice transmission: "Fellow Junior Brothers, immediately use your strongest methods to kill the four enemies who came here. Leave none alive."
As his voice transmission rang out, the two mighty treasures he had brought forth flashed through the air and struck at the energy sphere shooting away. At the same time, he waved his hand again, sending a gray, hazy object shooting out. In a flash, it vanished into the void without a trace.
"Heh heh, Fellow Daoist, it's already too late for you to intercept it now. This treasure is going to belong to me."
As the two powerful ancient treasures slashed forth, a figure suddenly appeared in midair. With a beckoning motion of his hand, the energy sphere flying away abruptly accelerated. It vanished from the air in a flash, and then, more than a dozen zhang away, the energy surged before dropping back into that figure's hand.
Two yellow flashes streaked through the air, and two more yellow little swords suddenly appeared. In a flash,