Yang Dai sensed the water vapor permeating the air, his expression incomparably grave.
Purple Sovereign Pavilion had indeed come prepared!
The immortal sword behind Yu Xiaolei trembled, eager to strike. But he knew he was not the protagonist of this feast. He silently restrained his immortal sword and repeatedly glanced at Yang Dai, Fu Henghua, and Yuwen Chunqiu.
"Haha..." Dong Moyang clapped his hands and laughed. "Dao Brother, what are your odds of winning with your Separation Flame Dao arts against a water-attribute immortal sword?"
Zero percent!
Fu Henghua could tell that if Yang Dai had no new methods, then based solely on his current trump cards, there was no need to challenge Jade Sage Pavilion or the Golden Direction Water Region any further.
He would not even pass Purple Sovereign Pavilion's hurdle.
"Purple Sovereign Pavilion truly deserves to be the foremost sect of this age. They have so many trump cards."
Heng Hua figured that this "Sword of Returning Ten Thousand Rivers" must naturally have been a secret treasure of Purple Sovereign Pavilion. Having learned of Yang Dai's formidable fire-element Dao arts, they had deliberately brought it out for a true disciple to use.
Perhaps Purple Sovereign Pavilion's true disciples had even fought over who would wield this sword.
"Zhongli Zihan of Purple Sovereign Pavilion, together with my junior brothers Fang Dongyuan and Sha Jinshang, and my junior sister Xiang Jie, has come to visit the Fu brothers."
The voice entered the banquet from the edge of the Blessed Land.
With a wave of Heng Hua's hand, five-colored lotus flowers were swept up by a wild wind, forming a flower bridge in midair to invite Purple Sovereign Pavilion's group over.
Seeing Fu Pengming accompanying Purple Sovereign Pavilion's four members, Fu Xiangfeng's eyelids twitched, and his fingers lightly curled.
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