The moment he heard "Pangu Axe," Xiang Yuan immediately stopped playing dead. Xiang Yuan glared fiercely at Wu Pan, ready to snatch this treasure away beside his departed master.
No, this was clearly a magical treasure his dimwit master had left him, only for Wu Pan to pick it up years ago!
Outrageous! Take your hand off Xiang's magical treasure.
"Daoist Niu, Daoist Xinyanzi, please help me clear the way on all sides." Zen Master Xuanji was already exhausting all his strength just carrying the Merit Golden Wheel. Faced with the two blocking his path, he had no choice but to ask for aid.
The two Daoists had come to vanquish demons. Without needing Zen Master Xuanji to ask, they each drew their swords and stepped forward, blocking Xiang Xinyan and Wu Pan from the left and right.
This was Xiang Yuan's first time seeing Xinyanzi use a sword. It was a slender Qingfeng Qiushui Sword, its twin edges clear as a mirror, with faint flashes of lightning glimmering across it. In terms of appearance alone, it was hardly remarkable.
Due to the inheritances of their respective sects and their differing personal pursuits, the two Daoists were slightly inferior to Shang Qingmeng, who sought only a single sword, when it came to practical combat output. But in terms of cultivation realm, they were absolutely above Shang Qingmeng.
Xiang Xinyan held the Water-Subduing Iron Sword in his arms. Its blade was incomparably thick and heavy; a casual swing carried the force to suppress rivers, its power beyond the imagination of ordinary men. With a roar, he cleaved down with the iron sword. Wind pressure and violent force swept outward, whipping Xinyanzi's robes into a wild flutter and preventing his drooping eyelids from opening.
Xinyanzi lightly traced a line with the Qingfeng