"Tut, tut, I never expected you to have such an ancient spiritual treasure in your hands.
What a pity, what a pity for such a fine treasure."
Takeda's gaze fell upon the letter-shaped magical treasure covered in cracks. The look in his eyes and the expression on his face both revealed a measure of heartache.
Of course, he mourned the fact that such a treasure had been completely destroyed.
"Your full-force strike, combined with that treasure, only barely managed to block one casual blow from me.
In your current state, how are you supposed to save your companions?"
A derisive laugh rang out as a cold gleam appeared before Takeda once more.
This time, the cold gleam appeared as a single streak before splitting into two, two into four.
In no more than the flick of a finger, it had divided into countless strands.
The dense, icy lights hung suspended in the sky, locking onto every cultivator and even every mortal present.
For an existence in the Body Integration Realm, even a wisp of pressure was like a mountain bearing down upon the Out of Body stage cultivators in the area, those of lower realms, and the mortals alike.
At that moment.
The instructors who had previously taken part in the Dao Discussion were all trembling like chaff in a sieve, gripped by boundless terror.
Given such a scene, it would have been difficult for anyone not to feel afraid.
Though the Fusang Sect had maintained a fairly decent relationship with the Guming Kingdom over the years, its "reputation had spread far and wide."
It was not an Evil Cultivator sect, yet it was worse than one.
Within the crowd, Hu Meier looked at Hu Daoyuan at the front. Beyond her panic, her eyes held an indescribable worry and despair.