As Lu Huaming drew his sword, the Great Tang Government Office disciples hurriedly retreated into the distance and took out various communication artifacts.
At that moment, tiny white glimmers flashed through the darkness behind them. Countless hair-thin streaks of white light shot out soundlessly, striking the Government Office disciples.
More than a dozen Great Tang Government Office disciples were all sent flying, their bodies riddled with holes. Without even a groan, they all perished.
"Junior Nephew Gong, Junior Nephew Chen... Who is hiding there?!" Lu Huaming's eyes nearly split with rage. The sword radiance on his greatsword surged wildly as he slashed an even larger sword qi into the darkness, illuminating the area brightly.
A black figure stood there, its entire body shrouded in a layer of black mist that concealed its features. Its hunched frame and the silver crane-beak cane it leaned upon made it appear to be an old man.
The enormous sword qi shot over like lightning and cleaved down at the black figure's head.
"Frost Chills the Nine Provinces! The divine sword left behind by Sword Hero, the peerless sword immortal who once swept through the Three Realms! It is a fine sword, but it is a pity you cannot bring out its power." A somewhat aged voice sounded from behind the black mist as the crane-beak cane in its hand tapped through the air.
A silver cane shadow shot forth and collided with the enormous sword qi.
With a heaven-shaking boom, the blue sword qi snapped in two.
A tremendous force rebounded back. Lu Huaming's body shook violently, and he staggered back two steps, while the black figure did not move in the slightest.
At the same time, the situation at the other breaches was the same. The Restrictions within had been broken, black qi