Having said that, Xu Yang grumbled to himself, cold light flickering in his eyes, unable to conceal his deep resentment and hostility toward Su Shi'er.
"Damned bastard, daring to covet my Dustless Sword! When you fail later, let's see how you clean up this mess!"
Though the Dustless Sword had not yet fallen into his hands, he had already branded it as his own. In his heart, it already belonged to him.
He had even... already decided that once he returned, he would find another opportunity. No matter the price, he would trade for the Dustless Sword.
Now, in his eyes, Su Shi'er's actions were tantamount to coveting what belonged to him.
How could he possibly endure that!
Su Shi'er paid no attention to the people behind him or the old man's thoughts.
Standing before the stone table where the Dustless Sword rested, he did not rush into action. Instead, he studied the formation's light barrier before him.
Recalling scene after scene of Xu Yang's earlier attempt to seize the fly whisk sword, Su Shi'er silently drew lessons from it and summarized the experience.
"He first expended much of his True Yuan to save someone. Then he forcibly broke the formation barrier, only to be caught off guard and wounded by the Dustless Sword's sword qi."
"Other than breaking it by force, there aren't many other ways to deal with this defensive light barrier formed by the formation."
"But once the formation is broken, the Dustless Sword within cannot be seized by force. Perhaps... I can try taking it with soft force."
After standing still for only a moment, a sharp gleam flashed through Su Shi'er's eyes.
The next instant, he abruptly raised his hand.
"Great Brahma Holy Palm!"
His low shout exploded through the cavern like muffled thunder.
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