Xiao Hua took out the Soaring Flood Dragon Scissors with a bitter face and said, "All this little brother has is junk. How could it compare to Brother Li's Immortal-Piercing Whip?"
Seeing that the Soaring Flood Dragon Scissors truly consisted of only half a piece, Li Zongbao's face revealed a rare trace of a smile. "Who cares whether it's whole? So long as it can be used, it's enough! You even severed both arms of Gu Yu from Formless Sword Valley. If word got out, others would be green with envy!"
"Tch, what's so great about that..." Xiao Hua put away the magic treasure.
At this moment, Zhang Xin and the other Joyful Sect disciples had already come over. Bowing, they said, "Greetings, Senior Brother Li!"
"Mm." Li Zongbao's face was cold, his attitude toward them entirely different from that toward Xiao Hua. He asked, "Why are you all here?"
Zhang Xin was not surprised and hurriedly reported the entire course of events.
"Oh? You actually survived the battle at Quanjin Mountain?" Li Zongbao glanced sideways at Xiao Hua.
"Mm, looks like that's what happened!" Xiao Hua rubbed his nose, looking somewhat baffled.
Seeing Li Zongbao's surprise, Zhang Xin smiled bitterly as well. The news that Thunder Control Sect First Squad had fallen was known to nearly every cultivator in Xuntian City. There was no special reason for it—only that Thunder Control Sect had lost merely seven people!!! Yet Li Zongbao actually knew nothing of it. It was clear that Li Zongbao did not care much about the state of the great battle.
After Zhang Xin finished his report, Cui Hongshen and the others also came over. Zhen Minghui had gathered the storage bags of those twenty-odd swordsmen, as well as the dozen or so flying swords Xiao Hua had