Wu Shuangzhi caught it steadily, cradling the saber in both hands.
The horizontal saber was not long, its entire length pale blue-white, like jade or ice, with faint ice-crack patterns along its blade.
As the heavy rain fell, ripples of water seemed to flow within it.
She froze for a moment, then gratitude flashed in her eyes. "Thank you for lending me your saber, Senior Brother Song."
Without another word, she turned and joined the battle to wipe out the Devil Cultivators.
At the entrance to Crane Rock Mountain, the plump Li Qingfeng was locked in combat with a Devil Cultivator at the ninth layer of Qi Refining.
The Devil Cultivator held a small banner, from which billowing black Qi poured out, forming countless charred skulls that flew toward Li Qingfeng.
Scarlet-gold flames ignited on Li Pang's hands. He gathered the mass of skulls between his palms from either side, then used Cloud Hands to roll them into a ball.
Then he pressed down, pushing them straight into a large black pot.
"You..."
The Devil Cultivator looked terrified, scarcely able to believe his eyes.
Spiritual Qi surged around Li Qingfeng, and hazy white mist rose around the black pot.
The skulls nearby that had escaped his grasp were also drawn into the pot by some inexplicable force.
Pop!
Before long, an ink-black pill bounced out of the pot, and Li Qingfeng caught it.
"..."
He held the pill beneath his nose and sniffed. Finding no apparent strange smell, he swallowed it in one gulp.
He looked at the Devil Cultivator with a beaming smile, wisps of white mist escaping his mouth and nose.
"Got any more?"
"N-no."
Whoosh.
A kitchen knife flew out and hovered beside Li Pang. The same kindly smile remained on his face, but his voice was