As for Xuan Mo, he had already led Fei Xuan out of Wushuang City. Fei Xuan wore a baffled expression and said, "Senior Brother, you damaged the Pine Grain Wood Sword so badly that it's cracked. When we go back, Master is going to beat you half to death, isn't he?"
Xuan Mo shook his head. "Let me correct you. Li Fansong is the one who'll be beaten, not me. After this journey through the martial world, I'll return the sword to him and have him take you back to Wangcheng Mountain."
Fei Xuan smacked his lips. "If you keep messing around like this, won't Senior Brother Fansong get beaten to death by Master?"
Xuan Mo chuckled. "The dead one will be Li Fansong, not Eldest Master Xuan. What do I care? Come on, our next stop is Tianqi City to challenge its sword masters. I just got the Dragon's Roar Sword, so I might as well put it to good use and find a Sword Immortal to fight."
Fei Xuan smacked his lips. "Senior Brother, why do you talk about Sword Immortals like they're cabbages? Do you think you can win just because you want to?"
Xuan Mo nodded. "Last time, I showed you how to split a river with a single sword while holding nothing but a willow branch. This time, I'll demonstrate some real skill. How about it?"
Fei Xuan looked confused. "What real skill, Senior Brother?"
Xuan Mo said solemnly, "A true Daoist technique—a sword that summons thunder." As he spoke, he silently recited in his heart, "Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Great Divine Abilities: Command the Five Thunders." He then concealed the power of thunder in his palm and slowly condensed it into the Dragon's Roar Sword before slashing at the barren mountain ahead. The mountain was