With a whoosh, the Fly Whisk on the table seemed to come alive. It suddenly trembled, then shot through the air.
This abrupt change exceeded everyone's expectations.
Xu Yang was even more stunned.
"Hm?"
Xu Yang grabbed at it, only to catch empty air. Looking at the now-empty stone table, he froze for a moment.
He quickly came to his senses and hurriedly followed its aura, soon locking onto the Fly Whisk hovering in midair once more.
Yet what he saw made his pupils contract in alarm.
The instant he looked up, an incomparably solid sword phantom suddenly condensed over the Fly Whisk's surface.
The moment the sword phantom appeared, a terrifying sword intent pointed directly at Xu Yang.
"Hm? Sword intent? This Fly Whisk... no, this isn't merely a Fly Whisk. It is actually a flying sword as well?"
"Could such dense spirituality truly belong to a mere third-grade magic treasure?"
"Could it be..."
Two flashes of light flickered through Su Shi'er's eyes. As his thoughts turned, a flash of insight suddenly struck him, and he realized something.
Yet in the next moment, the light in his eyes faded, and his gaze immediately fell on Xu Yang.
In the brief instant that thought passed through his mind, the sword phantom in the air solidified, its aura oppressive.
Whoosh!
The sword phantom swept through the cave, carving out an unrivaled streak of sword light.
The instant Xu Yang looked up, the sword light crashed viciously into him with the force of cleaving waves and splitting wind.
Pfft!
Caught completely off guard, Xu Yang was sent flying.
That single strike shattered the robe he wore, a top-grade Spiritual Artifact, leaving behind a glaring sword scar.
The wound across his chest was horrifying, and blood began gushing out at once.
Invisible sword