Niu Dali and Yuan Bin were utterly baffled. They knew Meng Zhao's martial arts were unrivaled, but had no idea he was also versed in feng shui calculations. Still, judging by the display, it did not seem like some empty trick. With Meng Zhao's status and strength, there was no need for him to put on a show.
Meng Zhao did not know what the two were thinking, nor did he care. He focused solely on his calculations. Once he had seen enough with the Emperor's Qi Gazing Technique, he casually tossed the wooden sword, already stained purple by dragon blood, from his hand.
The wooden sword shot forth like a meteor streaking across the heavens, slicing through the sky with a whoosh. Wrapped in a wisp of sharp purple radiance, it landed more than twenty zhang outside Taoyun Residence.
At its point of impact stood an enormous moss-covered boulder. Yet this hastily whittled wooden sword seemed like one of the divine weapons and sharp tools. Like a knife through tofu, it pierced straight through the center of the boulder. Its fierce sword qi split the stone cleanly in two, leaving surfaces as smooth as mirrors. The wooden sword then plunged into the earth beneath it, exploding with a series of cracking sounds as it broke through the soil. No one knew how far underground it went before finally stopping.
Not long after the wooden sword burrowed underground, Niu Dali and Yuan Bin both gave soft cries of surprise. They looked around in puzzlement. For some reason, they suddenly felt their blood surging and their hearts roiling. From within their chests rose an especially firm and powerful will. Their fighting spirit blazed, as if they were ready at any moment to fight the people of the Pudu Cult to the