"What did you do?" Song Shijun looked utterly bewildered. "What were you doing just now? Huh? You... you... This is absurd... You..."
"It was just a normal spell duel."
Wang Qi looked perfectly calm.
"You blew up a Heavenly Sword!" Song Shijun snapped. "You actually destroyed a Heavenly Sword!"
"It wasn't destroyed, it wasn't." Wang Qi spread his hands. "With my current methods, I still can't forcibly control a Heavenly Sword and make it explode. I merely forced out the Heavenly Sword's origin and slightly damaged the blade. Toss it into the Sky Sword Palace's sword furnace, and before long it'll be a fine sword again."
"But you still can't..." Song Shijun truly had no idea what to say.
Because Modern Dharma Cultivators prized "mass production," the Immortal Alliance possessed an enormous stockpile of Heavenly Swords. However, most of those Heavenly Swords had been designed on the premise that no one would refine them—types that could wield their power even without an owner. Those were the Heavenly Swords kept in orbital sword cases, circling stars or planets at fixed speeds.
Many years ago, when the Immortal Alliance first learned that several planetary big shots were sleeping right on its doorstep, it had been utterly dumbfounded.
It was like finishing breakfast, preparing to leave for work, only to discover several energy magnates, financial tycoons, and the world's richest men sleeping outside your door.
Coupled with the enormous harm the descending immortals had inflicted upon Divine Land, the Immortal Alliance had made an "overly aggressive" response.
Although, after normal channels of communication had been established with the Later Demon Race, the Early Demon Race, and the Dragon Clan, those Heavenly Swords would be melted down and reforged into ordinary Heavenly Swords, the number of Heavenly Swords was genuinely limited at this stage.