Mountain Collapse

After searching herself thoroughly, Luzhu found that aside from the life-saving item her master had left her, only the Mysterious Ice Sword could contend with a core formation cultivator's magic treasure.

She immediately went all out. Ice mist swirled around the ice sword she summoned, while the howling cold wind coiled into a dragon. Its momentum was scarcely inferior to that of the short-handled warhammer and Yellow Brocade Handkerchief from earlier.

Seeing this, the sturdy cultivator below the stage could not help but feel a chill in his heart. He secretly marveled at Luzhu's pure magic power and profound cultivation technique.

With his brows tightly furrowed, he was already beginning to regret it.

The purple-robed female cultivator on the stage felt it even more deeply. The sharply plummeting temperature and the surging Spiritual Qi all spoke of the power behind Luzhu's strike.

Without time to think, she turned and pointed with her sword fingers, summoning the Su Nu Sword without holding anything back.

The Next Moment, the icy and white flying swords met in midair. With a sharp, violent clash, the Mysterious Ice Sword was fiercely knocked away.

"What a powerful magic artifact! It actually took the Su Nu Sword head-on without being destroyed!"

The male cultivator in the tiger-hide coat seemed to have forgotten his grudges with Luzhu and exclaimed in heartfelt amazement.

"Heh heh, what extravagance. I wonder which Fellow Daoist was willing to use such spiritual materials to refine a mere magic artifact!"

A core formation cultivator hidden beneath a black robe remarked sourly from afar.

Yet though the cultivators below the stage were abuzz with discussion and praise, every one of them believed that Luzhu's reckless antics had come to an end.

Only the purple-robed female cultivator herself knew that she had fallen into a trap