At that moment, the air abruptly froze.
Everyone's eyes were nailed to the Flying Dragon Sword that had crashed brazenly to the ground.
Just moments ago, the sword had radiated heaven-shaking might, yet in the blink of an eye, all its brilliance had vanished, as though it had suffered a grievous blow.
For a moment, everyone's minds buzzed blankly.
Among the crowd, only Lu Chen understood.
—Invisible Sword Aura!
Lord of the Land had mentioned before that this Sword Aura had effortlessly slain a level-seven great demon.
It must have been the work of the Growth Heavenly King among the Four Heavenly Kings.
No matter how powerful the Flying Dragon Sword was, it was ultimately a magic treasure bestowed upon the mortal world by immortals. How could it possibly be mentioned in the same breath as a true deity's strike?
"What a pity for that sword."
Lu Chen secretly shook his head.
Almost at the same time—
"Ah!!!"
A collapsed scream tore through the silence.
Having lost two supreme treasures in succession, Young Master Wang completely broke down.
"What the hell is going on?! What is going on?!"
Tears and snot smeared across his face, Young Master Wang beat his chest and stamped his feet, then began throwing another tantrum and rolling around on the ground.
City Lord Huang gazed at the mass grave hill, where yin energy surged and roiled, and his heart sank to the bottom as well. "I never expected that, aside from the Ghost King, this place concealed other formations... Even a seventh-rank magic treasure could be struck down. This secret realm is likely beyond the reach of mortals like us."
He sighed softly and patted Young Master Wang's shoulder. "Young Master Wang, heed this old man's advice. Let's go. We can't enter this secret realm."