A dazzling golden broad sword appeared in his hand, the sword's body faintly revealing the phantom of a Four-Armed Bodhisattva, solemn and majestic.
It was none other than the fifth-grade Flying Sword he had obtained from the Sword Peacock Light Orb, the Peacock King Ming Sword.
Legend had it that it was made from the plume of a peacock under the command of Peacock King Ming, a Buddha of the Buddhist realm, and had an extremely powerful restraining effect against this kind of yin thunder.
"A fifth-grade Flying Sword! You're just a Spirit Plant Master, yet you actually have such a Treasure!!!"
The White-Haired Old Woman was so jealous she nearly went mad. She had never imagined that Lu Xuan, the most unremarkable of the five, would actually have such a rare Treasure hidden on him.
Her eyes were half fear, half burning desire. She feared the terrifying power of the fifth-grade Flying Sword, yet also wanted to snatch it from Lu Xuan's hands.
Very quickly, desire overcame reason.
A fifth-grade Flying Sword—if it had appeared in the hands of a Core Formation Cultivator, or even a fellow Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivator, she would have turned and left at once, without the slightest hesitation.
But in Lu Xuan's hands, it was different. A Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator possessing such a Treasure was no different from a child carrying gold through a crowded market, flaunting it for all to see. How could she not be moved? In the White-Haired Old Woman's heart, the difficulty of defeating Lu Xuan had grown considerably, but compared to a fifth-grade Flying Sword and the green vine spirit liquid, this bit of risk was still worth it.
A hint of determination flashed through her eyes. She took out a dark yellow stone jar from her