Everyone had been thinking the same thing as Wu Wenzhong. Qin Fengming urged the puppet forward, and the tall hall doors slowly swung open.
A dazzling blade shot violently out of the great hall as the doors opened. It flashed across the tall humanoid puppet's body without making the slightest sound, and the blade, blazing with radiant light, had already streaked past the puppet.
The shining blade shot toward Qin Fengming, who stood not far from the puppet.
The change came far too swiftly and suddenly. Just as the Plum Fragrance Silk had stirred everyone's thoughts and they were eager to see the legendary hundred-thousand-year-old Plum Fragrance Silk, the blade abruptly appeared.
Because of their earlier experience in Tingxuan Hall, none of them had seen any formation or attack, so their vigilance had already dropped considerably.
Moreover, the place where the five stood was not far from the hall entrance to begin with.
When the blade flashed into being and swept across the puppet's body, none of them had time to react. Just as their hearts jolted and they cried out in alarm, a faint phoenix cry suddenly rang beside their ears.
A sword blade carrying a terrifyingly keen aura shot past, grazing the arms of He Xuan and Hu Fengzheng before streaking toward the ground behind them.
A deafening boom erupted, and a pitch-black hole five or six feet wide appeared in the stone floor. The hole was extremely deep, extending more than a dozen zhang downward.
If not for the restrictive energy manifesting underground, the attack might have driven even deeper.
A massive surge of energy burst forth, shaking the bodies of the four startled cultivators violently.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, it's good that you're unharmed." Hu Fengzheng's voice rang out as the four figures flashed rapidly backward, retreating