Before he could get close, Zhang Xiaohua raised his hand, and the little sword shot up with a whoosh. As though it possessed a spirit of its own, it slanted into the rapidly fading orange-red radiance.
The radiance first dimmed, then flared brilliantly, almost dazzling Zhang Xiaohua into narrowing his eyes. His divine sense was also violently shaken, and the little sword suddenly bounced back, nearly breaking free of his control.
"Why is this light barrier's restriction not even afraid of the little sword? I remember that back in the Library Pavilion of the Misty Sect, I used this very little sword to break the restriction on that box."
Thinking of the box from the Misty Sect, Zhang Xiaohua felt an indescribable emotion in his heart. Looking back now, that box had definitely been an object bearing an Immortal Dao restriction. Great Gang Leader Ou and the others of the Misty Sect must have tried opening it, yet all failed. Otherwise, it would not have remained so perfectly intact on the third floor of the Library Pavilion. He had actually stumbled upon a way to break its restriction with the little sword. It had to be said that his luck was truly excellent!
"Since the little sword could break the restriction on that box from the Misty Sect, it should have some effect on this restriction too, shouldn't it? Why is there no reaction at all? Could it be that my luck has already run out? My clothes are only a little ragged. My dignity hasn't been swept to the ground yet, has it?"
Zhang Xiaohua stroked his chin and gazed thoughtfully at the light barrier, which had dimmed once more. The little sword floated silently before him, utterly motionless.
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaohua's eyes lit up, and the little sword