"Flying sword! A sword cultivator!!" Xiao Hua was stunned. He immediately thought of the two sword lights, one green and one purple, that had flown in from beyond the Vast Realm earlier. At the same time, he thought of the nine Sword Pellets stored in that battered Small Pouch within his space!
When Xiao Hua raised his head, sure enough, Zhang Yuhe, some distance away from them, caught the purple flying sword as it returned and swallowed it in one gulp!
"Bold!" In front of Zhang Yuhe, Gen Qing of the Thunder Control Sect leaped into the air and fired off a hand seal. A crackling net of lightning appeared from thin air and swiftly enveloped the middle-aged cultivator. The man seemed to have exhausted his spiritual power as well; he offered no resistance whatsoever and was bound by the lightning!
"Fellow Daoist Gen, what is the meaning of this?" Behind Gen Qing, another Golden Core cultivator gave a cold snort and spoke.
"Fellow Daoist Liao, what do you think I mean? Is this a disciple of your Changbai Sect? All the disciples of my Thunder Control Sect have already withdrawn from the illusion array. Why did he still chase after them?" Gen Qing sneered.
That Golden Core cultivator was Liao Zhouquan, the leader of the Changbai Sect delegation. With a wave of his hand, he also cast a hand seal, dispersing the lightning around the middle-aged cultivator. "Even if a disciple of my Changbai Sect has committed wrongdoing, Fellow Daoist Gen has no authority to punish him!"
As he spoke, Liao Zhouquan walked over to Xiao Hua and the others. He looked down at Xun Shu, then at the middle-aged cultivator, and kicked him viciously. "Liu Weigang, have you eaten the gall of a bear and the heart of