Shi Erli couldn't figure it out, and Gong Xian was even more baffled.
The Space Shuttle was his personal ride. It wasn't the only one of its kind, but it was his favorite, and it was protected by layer upon layer of restrictions.
Back then, Xu Yi had seized the Space Shuttle from Jiang Sihai and the other two. Gong Xian had hoped to use the restrictions inside to hunt Xu Yi down, but all his efforts had come to nothing.
But even in his wildest dreams, he hadn't imagined that one day someone would wrest control of the Space Shuttle from him.
In the blink of an eye, Gong Xian had barely returned to his original position when the Space Shuttle was about to vanish from sight.
He let out a deep roar. "You're dead!"
A Bixiu Sword no bigger than a toothpick erupted in a dazzling flash. It shot through the firmament, swelled in the wind, and slashed straight at the Space Shuttle as it sped out of sight.
Though it was more than ten miles away, a thunderous boom rang out. A brilliant blue flare burst across the pitch-black night.
The Space Shuttle suddenly shimmered with seven colors and began to wobble in midair. It looked ready to plummet, but then it suddenly climbed higher.
Xu Yi cursed his bad luck. He'd truly let his guard down just now. He hadn't expected Gong Xian to expend another Bixiu Sword just to strike him.
Jiang Sihai had told him that Gong Xian possessed three Bixiu Swords, prized treasures and trump cards that he hadn't used in years.
He'd used the first sword on Xu Yi. If not for the Black-striped Flood Dragon Shark's thick hide, Xu Yi would never have been confident of surviving the Bixiu Sword's pursuit,