The Old Antique's Deep Reserves
Hearing the pale-colored qilin's words, the Golden Winged Great Peng Bird asked curiously,
"It doesn't matter whether we believe it. What matters is that the Divine Maiden believes it. That's enough."
After the pale-colored qilin finished speaking, the human cultivator under their control had reached the most critical moment of claiming the divine swords. The seven swords struggled violently, trying to escape.
Just then, the three demons each brought out their trump cards. For a moment, even the mighty seven divine swords were suppressed until they lost their spiritual essence, and could only obediently be drawn along by the human cultivators under their control.
Naturally, the three demons paid a steep price. Their auras visibly weakened.
"Senior, it seems your existence isn't exactly a secret among the Demon Race."
After hearing the conversation between the three demons, Bi Fan teased the greatsword.
"There was no helping it. After discovering this place back then, I stole the spirit of its leyline to cultivate, offending that stingy sect. They wanted to subdue me, but none of them were worthy in my eyes. One after another, they came to pester me, overestimating themselves. I grew sick of it, so I simply seized the seven divine swords they'd passed down through the generations, making sure they suffered a crushing loss."
"My intention was only to teach them a small lesson. Who could have known they'd be so decisive? They abandoned this place on the spot and handed it over to the Demon Race in exchange for a chance to deal with the Golden Crow Great Emperor."
The greatsword paid no mind to Bi Fan's attitude. Instead, it casually revealed a secret that could have shocked the myriad races.
Bi Fan was stunned the instant he heard the greatsword's