Seeing how utterly unconcerned Xu Xuan looked, Murong Feng felt an inexplicable flicker of irritation.
He had also noticed something strange about Luo Xiaotian. How was he still not completely dead after all this time?
"Xu Xuan! Save me!"
At the same time, a tearful cry rang out. Luo Xiaotian was truly frightened.
Although he was a peerless Heavenly Pride, each Emperor Weapon was so powerful that it filled him with despair.
"Get lost! Rather than waiting to be refined, why don't you refine those four old bastards instead?"
Xu Xuan sneered, paying him no further attention.
Naturally, he had sensed how powerful those four Emperor Weapons were.
They were probably elders of the Guixu Sect who had refined themselves before dying.
Thus, these were not merely four Emperor Weapons, but four terrifying Emperor Weapons with artifact spirits!
But Xu Xuan had even more faith in Luo Xiaotian. He absolutely refused to believe Luo Xiaotian would be refined.
"Huh? Refine them?"
Luo Xiaotian let out a miserable howl. His voice was then completely sealed away, unable to travel out again.
"Murong Feng! Since you're so determined to die, I'll grant your wish!"
Xu Xuan's gaze was calm, as though he was not worried about Luo Xiaotian's survival at all. He merely stared at Murong Feng with a sneer, sending a chill through him.
"You can't defeat me a second time!"
Murong Feng ignored everyone else as well. He disregarded the group surrounding and attacking Chaos Valley over there, his eyes fixed solely on Xu Xuan.
Last time, he had possessed absolute confidence. Now, despite his soaring strength, his heart was filled with apprehension.
"You don't need to be so nervous!"
"Because no matter what, you're just as helpless before a single blow!"
Xu Xuan suddenly chuckled. He leisurely took a