Innocent Sword Emerges

Within that sword light was a flying sword, white as jade from hilt to tip, no more than seven inches long.

As the flying sword trembled faintly, it emitted a subtle, pure Sacred Qi, brimming with spirituality.

Invisible sword qi swirled around the blade, effortlessly blocking the saber and sword qi rushing toward Su Shi'er.

"A First-grade Magic Treasure?!!!"

"Such high spirituality! Even if this flying sword is a First-grade Magic Treasure, it must be at the peak grade! No wonder this brat dared to boast so shamelessly!"

At the sight of the suddenly appearing flying sword, Wei Wushuang and the Bamboo Hat man exchanged a quick glance, both showing a trace of surprise.

But... that was all.

The next moment, the two curled their lips in unspoken agreement. The way they looked at Su Shi'er was filled with contempt, as though they were looking at a country bumpkin fresh from the sticks.

"Hehe, you really are lucky to have gotten your hands on a Magical Treasure like this!"

"But with just one Magical Treasure, you want to defeat Young Master and Brother Zhao across realms while gravely injured—and in a single move? What a fool's dream!"

Wei Wushuang narrowed his eyes, his tone dripping with mockery.

Yet as he spoke, the folding fan in his hand snapped open, and surging True Yuan poured forth.

The black mist above his head churned violently as the tip of that mysterious ancient sword emerged.

The three streaks of sword light in the sky also seemed to sense something. Their radiance flared as their momentum swelled severalfold.

Mockery was mockery, but he showed no carelessness in his attack. Even if he believed Su Shi'er was joking, he still chose to answer with a powerful move.

What a Wei Wushuang. Even with victory already