The moment Fei Gu finished speaking, two figures appeared beside the flying sword in quick succession.
They were no strangers.
One was Liu Yuan, the Nine-Headed Serpent of the Demon Race; the other was Lin Taixuan, the Man in Black.
Their sudden arrival beside the flying sword made their purpose obvious—they had both set their sights on this Half-Immortal Artifact flying sword.
The flying sword lay suspended between them.
Their gazes met. Neither rushed to make a move, yet battle intent steadily rose from both of them.
"This brat intends to use this Half-Immortal Artifact flying sword as bait and throw us into chaos?"
Yin Luo wore an expression of sudden realization as he spoke repeatedly.
"Because of the formation, the three from the Demon Race and Lin Taixuan were already wary of us.
If they start fighting over this Half-Immortal Artifact flying sword, this so-called alliance will inevitably fall apart.
When that happens, it will be fine if the formation holds.
But if anything goes wrong, True Person Tianheng and the other four will surely be the first to take the brat and withdraw.
What a crafty fellow!"
"Such a petty trick, and he thinks it will work?"
Fei Gu's eyes turned cold as her fingers moved, changing the formation incantations in her palm.
The next moment.
Just as Liu Yuan and Lin Taixuan faced one another, their swords drawn and their bows bent.
Formation fluctuations surged around the flying sword, directly concealing it.
"Fellow Daoists, it is merely a Half-Immortal Artifact flying sword. Compared to the treasures in that brat's possession, what does it amount to?
I will safeguard this sword for now. Once we capture that brat, we can settle the matter then."
Fei Gu secretly activated the formation and hid the flying sword away.
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