After the sound of a sword leaving its sheath, everything returned to calm. The Sword Tomb no longer shook, and both the sacrificial formation and the restrictions returned to normal.
The six of them looked at one another, their faces full of confusion and disbelief.
"What happened? Just now... I clearly heard the sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath?" one elder asked in alarm.
"That little beast must have drawn his sword to resist!" Elder Han said coldly.
"That vicious sword was nearly becoming the lord of ten thousand swords. Drawing a sword before it—isn't that showing off one's skill before an expert and courting death?"
"It seems it worked. That little beast has been sacrificed and is completely dead. Let's see who dares mention the name Chen Fan again from now on." Elder Han revealed a satisfied smile.
"Whoever mentions my name—what of it?"
At that moment, an icy voice came from within the Sword Tomb. It was like a voice from an ancient abyss, piercing and powerful enough to nearly echo throughout the entire Immortal Sect.
Elder Han and the others' expressions changed drastically. True Essence Power surged through their bodies almost at the same time, pouring frantically into the sacrificial formation.
"How is that possible? How could he still be alive? Didn't the vicious sword devour him?" Elder Han shrieked in shock.
"My sword is not called a vicious sword. Its name is Wuya!" Chen Fan's cold voice rang out, once more resounding across the surrounding lands and spreading throughout the Immortal Sect. Nearly every disciple of the Immortal Sect heard it. They were all startled into leaving their rooms, gazing in confusion toward the Sword Tomb.
Inside the main hall, Qin Xian'er and Bald Bird, who had been held back by the Grand