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I was startled. When had Little Wansong gotten in touch with Master? He actually seemed completely certain! But Master had gone up to the Three Upper Provinces several times, and I hadn't heard what he had gone there to do. There was a good chance he'd gone to find that crafty fellow, Little Wansong. Their plans happened to coincide, so it made sense that the two of them had discussed something.
Li Taichong floated in midair. The light from his Qingping Sword grew brighter and brighter, making even the Old Immortal slightly narrow his eyes. He obviously knew what it was, and solemnity surfaced in his gaze.
However, activating the Qingping Sword was naturally no easy matter. At present, the first person to launch a spell was definitely not Li Taichong, but Little Wansong, who had already made every preparation and dared to punch a hole through the heavens together with Master!
"Heh heh, that's hard to say." Little Wansong gave an insidious laugh. Then he raised the Water-Fire Gourd high with one hand, placed two fingers before his mouth, and chanted a few incantations. Waves of intense aura gathered over the Water-Fire Gourd. When he shouted, "Activate!" countless icy storms and frigid winds immediately blasted out of the gourd!
The entire world instantly fell into darkness. Flying sand and rolling stones filled the air. Yet this terrifying attack was not aimed at the Old Immortal, but at the Demon-Sealing Bell!
Boom!
The Demon-Sealing Bell immediately began to shake from the impact, swaying as though it might collapse at any moment. The Old Immortal still looked interested and remained completely unmoved. Instead, he laughed. "Do you think my bell is made of paper?"
Sure enough, the countless wind, snow, and ice storms instantly froze the Demon-Sealing Bell, but they