Volume One, Chapter 241
Clang!
Zhao Fu raised the sword in his hand and slashed forward. An enormous streak of multicolored sword light, carrying astonishing power, cleaved ahead.
At once, the mountain radiated a surge of cyan light, attempting to block that terrifying sword light.
Boom!
The cyan light posed no obstruction at all. The multicolored sword light split the mountain apart; the mountainside collapsed, huge boulders tumbled down, and countless clouds of dust billowed up amid a tremendous roar.
Feng Baiming and the others stared in astonishment, unable to understand why Zhao Fu had done this.
Zhao Fu looked toward the middle of the mountain. There was a space several dozen meters wide inside, containing quite a few treasures, but none of them held any appeal for Zhao Fu.
This seemed to be where the Clear Wind Sword Sect stored its treasures.
Without showing much expression, Zhao Fu flew down and arrived before a square stone table. A tiny wooden box sat atop it. Zhao Fu reached out and opened it, revealing a bronze fragment the size of a leaf—the very bronze fragment Zhao Fu had been seeking.
Earlier, when he had infused the Clear Wind Sword Intent into the inheritance statue, its aura had spread across the Clear Wind Sword Sect, allowing him to sense the existence of this bronze fragment.
Feng Baiming and the others flew over to Zhao Fu's side and asked in confusion, "Demon Dragon Young Lord, what are you doing?"
Zhao Fu said with a smile, "Sorry! I was a little too anxious. I will compensate the Clear Wind Sword Sect for its losses."
Feng Baiming smiled. "Demon Dragon Young Lord, you have shown our sword sect great kindness. There is no need for that."
Zhao Fu smiled and asked, "May I ask how