"Wu Jianqing, we agreed—the sword is yours, and the man is mine. Today, I'll tear him to pieces!"
At that moment, Jian Changge's voice rang out as well, filled with boundless fury.
"Rest assured. Once he's dead, his protector won't be able to stir up any waves either!"
Wu Jianqing sneered.
"The two of them actually joined forces!"
"Jian Changge's compromise just now, taking out ten stalks of Heaven and Earth Yin-Yang Grass, was probably deliberate!"
"Yeah. Now that guy has left the formation range of the Myriad Sword Tomb, the Nine Dragon Soul Seizing Sword can't help him anymore!"
Although many divine sons disdained Wu Jianqing's actions, the victor was king and the loser a bandit. The Nine Dragon Soul Seizing Sword was a supreme artifact among Three-Pattern Divine Artifacts. If it were them, they would not let Lu Ren take the weapon away either.
In the reception hall!
When Wu Jianqing led the geniuses out of the Myriad Sword Tomb, the images on their Divine Mark Mirrors strangely vanished, leaving many older experts from divine sects and aristocratic clans staring in astonishment.
"What's going on?"
An elder of a divine sect asked.
"Perhaps there's a problem with the Myriad Sword Tomb's formation. Now that the sword retrieval is over, we only need to wait patiently for them to come out!"
An elder from the Myriad Sword Divine Sect replied with a smile.
For a time, everyone could only wait patiently.
Mu Feiyin, however, furrowed her brows, a trace of worry appearing on her face.
Now that Lu Ren had successfully taken the Nine Dragon Soul Seizing Sword, would the Myriad Sword Divine Sect truly let him take it away?
At this moment, Lu Ren was trapped within the sword mountain, but he sat cross-legged and entered the