Yellow Dragon watched the long sword in Duobao's hand, its blade steeped in baleful energy. Terrifying streams of sword Qi flowed along it, each radiating an incomparably keen, dreadful aura.
Wherever its tip pointed, space split open of its own accord, as though deliberately giving way.
The baleful energy spilling from the blade took tangible form, becoming wisps of dark red mist that coiled around the sword Qi.
The Immortal Slaying Sword.
One of the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords, and the sharpest killing blade in the hands of the Shangqing Saint, Sect Master Tongtian.
The Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation was the deadliest formation in the Primordial World. With all four swords deployed in concert with the formation diagram, only four Sages together could break it.
Though only the Immortal Slaying Sword was present now, its sword intent, capable of slaughtering all things, left every Quasi-Saint in the hall trembling with dread!
Duobao strode up to Yellow Dragon and patted his shoulder, smiling so broadly that his eyes vanished into his plump little face.
"Junior brother, you spent quite a while in seclusion this time." Duobao grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth. "We should discuss the Dao later." As he spoke, he raised the Immortal Slaying Sword.
Then he turned to Haotian and Jade Pool and cupped his hands in a crisp salute. "Duobao of the Interception Sect greets the Heavenly Emperor and the Queen Mother."
Haotian looked at the Immortal Slaying Sword in Duobao's hand, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.
The Immortal Slaying Sword's reputation was so formidable that even he, the Heavenly Emperor, had to regard it with some wariness.
But he quickly suppressed his surprise and smiled.
"Martial nephew Duobao, thank you for coming all this way."
"It was no trouble." Duobao waved a hand, then turned