Dongfang Nishang jolted in surprise.
She looked at the Old Daoist before her and said, "That guy's going to use the spirit swords of all the heroes beneath heaven to write a Peace Talisman on that cliff!"
After thinking it over, she couldn't help adding, "The higher the Dao rises, the higher the demon rises too. That guy's trying to anger every hero beneath heaven to death!"
The Old Daoist smiled faintly. He hadn't expected his precious disciple to come up with such a trick.
If it had been anything else, even if he'd used spirit swords to write a few words on that cliff, the sect masters of the Four Great Sects could have summoned them back with a wave of their hands.
But once those spirit swords had been turned into a Peace Talisman, even he, their master, might be powerless to do anything.
After all, the Peace Talisman Wang Xian had drawn now surpassed the power of this world.
At that thought, the Old Daoist smiled.
Looking at the two women before him, he said with a smile, "See? The very first talisman your junior brother drew in the snow all those years ago was a Peace Talisman!"
Dantai Xiaoxue sighed softly. "Looks like those guys won't be getting their spirit swords back."
Donghuang Shuyu shook her head, her face full of bitterness.
After a long silence, she murmured, "The Sword Sect is going to be quite lively now."
"Why?" Dantai Xiaoxue asked, puzzled. "I reckon it'll take our junior brother no more than two days to charge up there and challenge the Four Great Sects!"
Donghuang Shuyu furrowed her delicate brows. "Those guys who lost their spirit swords will probably go looking for trouble with the Sword Sect."
Hearing that, Dongfang Nishang couldn't help laughing. "That's