It would take a long time to explain everything, but in truth, it had all happened in the blink of an eye.
When that enormous golden sword appeared, a cold smile crept across Feng Yijue's face. He turned to Water Yuanzi and asked unhurriedly, "Did you feel it?"
"You never expected this, did you? Wenjian Cliff possesses a supreme treasure like this."
"By now, you must have countless questions. You must be wondering what kind of sword this is, and how its pressure can be so terrifying—unlike anything you've ever encountered."
"It's enough to make even a peak powerhouse like you tremble with fear."
Feng Yijue's voice brimmed with pride and arrogance. His lips curled into a series of cold smiles, and then he continued, "I'll let you die knowing the truth."
As he spoke, he raised a hand and pointed at the enormous golden sword spanning the sky. "This sword is called the Immortal Rainbow. It was passed down to Wenjian Cliff from the Immortal Relic Era. It is a true..."
"Immortal Sword!"
As the final two words fell, Feng Yijue's expression became more wantonly triumphant than ever. His eyes blazed, and he stood proud and unrestrained, looking down on the world!
"W-what? An Immortal Sword!? Wenjian Cliff actually has a genuine Immortal Sword as the foundation of our sect!?"
Feng Yijue's words left countless Wenjian Cliff disciples stunned, some of them gaping in disbelief.
Only those of elder rank or above knew that Wenjian Cliff had an "Immortal Sword" as its foundation. No one below the elders—not even the stewards—had known a thing about it.
Now that they had learned that Wenjian Cliff had inherited a genuine Immortal Sword to serve as the foundation of the sect, how could they not be shocked?
But after the shock came