"Looks like this time, something unexpected happened. You even managed to kill Tian Kuang. Child of Fortune, can you tell me why you slaughtered so many disciples of the Immortal Sect?" The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed into slits, and an incredulous smile briefly crossed his lips.
I didn't know whether this man was insane. The Immortal Sect had been reduced to ruins by me; those who could flee had fled, and those who couldn't were dead. The entire place had become nothing more than an empty shell. There wasn't a single person left.
"Where is the Ancestral Dragon Sword?" I asked in a low voice.
"Child of Fortune, even you don't know where the Ancestral Dragon Sword is?" The middle-aged man laughed heartily, looking immensely pleased with himself.
"Who are you?" He seemed extremely powerful, and the three who had gone to the rear mountain had yet to return. They had probably escaped by another route.
"Li Shanhe. The guardian of the Immortal Sect." The middle-aged man smiled as he spoke and extended a hand. Suddenly, after a surge of energy gathered, a purple compass appeared in his palm. The compass was exquisitely crafted, and the markings and needle on it spun on their own, as though an electric motor were turning inside. Yet it also carried the aura of Heaven and Earth, forcing me to abandon my earlier assumption.
"What is this?" I extended my hand, and a huge dragon claw shot straight toward it. I wanted to take it over and see what it was made of.
But the man vanished with a whoosh. I frowned. Sure enough, I had been right—this was nothing but an illusion!
"This is the Hun Tian Compass. It determines the Immortal Sect's fortune. As long as this object remains, you will never