Lu Gengshen smiled as he returned the broken sword to him. "Nephew, are you fooling with us?"
"We're just too incompetent," Li Xinhe said with self-mockery. "We couldn't sense its threat."
There was no need to speak of Qi Qingmei's sharp intuition; Chu Zhiyuan was the same.
The two of them had sensed nothing unusual not because their righteous energy was strong, but because their senses were dull.
Chu Zhiyuan took the broken sword and gave it a light toss.
The broken sword flew straight up in one breath, stopping ten meters in the air before beginning to fall.
Chu Zhiyuan formed hand seals with both hands and pointed at it.
A palm-sized mass of golden light condensed, bright and blazing, round as a Bronze Mirror, and flew toward the broken sword.
"Buzzz!"
The instant the golden light struck the broken sword, it was as though an enormous bronze bell in the void had been struck viciously.
Li Xinhe and the others immediately felt the earth quake as though an Earth Dragon had turned over, leaving them unable to stand steady.
The faces of the two middle-aged men who had been standing ramrod straight turned white in an instant. Blood poured from their seven orifices, and within moments, they had breathed their last.
Lu Xiao Lu and the others circulated their cultivation with all their might, barely managing to keep themselves upright.
The Demon Subduing Divine Tree appeared in the void above Chu Zhiyuan's head.
The transparent divine tree seemed to sway in the wind, gently scattering starlight.
Everyone instantly felt their spirits rise. The feeling of weightlessness vanished at once, and they regained their footing.
Specks of starlight fell into their bodies like sweet rain dripping onto their brains, the cool sensation penetrating straight into their minds.
They raised