"Is Yi Tianji really that amazing!?"
Old Six took a couple of puffs from his pipe, feeling that something was off.
Although Ye Chen had escaped Long Aotian's pursuit for more than half a year with Yi Tianji's help back then, they had still been driven to the brink. If the Seventh Elder hadn't arrived in time and blown up a Heavenly Ship, they would've been done for.
Back then, Yi Tianji had been like a stray dog with nowhere to go. He hadn't had anything like the swagger he had now—the kind that said, "Why wield the blade yourself when someone else can kill for you?"
"Could it actually be Qin Feng!?"
The Seventh Elder couldn't help wondering to herself. She also felt there was something off.
She might not have kept an eye on Qin Feng's every move the way Mengyao Fairy did, but she knew all about his shameless, despicable nature. He never let a chance to take advantage of someone pass him by.
"Achoo!!"
Qin Feng sneezed. He wondered whose young wife was thinking of him.
But he had no time to worry about that now. He reached out and pulled the Wuchen Sword over from outside Bai Yujing, then tossed it into the Heaven and Earth Creation Cauldron and quickly formed one Finger Seal after another.
The molten iron from the Ancient Yuan Sword slowly enveloped the Wuchen Sword.
Buzz! Buzz!
The ancestral demonic sword beside it rang out, seemingly hostile toward the newcomer, the Wuchen Sword.
Then a strange blood-red light flickered across its blade. A boundless Evil Qi surged from it, and it tried to devour the Wuchen Sword's sword spirit as well.
"Hmph, insolence!"
Seeing the ancestral demonic sword grow more and more unruly, Qin Feng immediately let out an angry snort.