Lu Gengshen returned the broken sword with a smile: "Nephew, you're just teasing us!"
"We're really not capable enough," Li Xinhe self-deprecatingly said, "Couldn't discern its threat."
Qi Qingmei's intuition is sharp, needless to say, so is Chu Zhiyuan's.
The two of them couldn't sense anything amiss, not because of their righteousness, but because of their dulled senses.
Chu Zhiyuan took the broken sword and gently tossed it.
The broken sword soared straight up, flying up to ten meters high before stopping, then it began to fall.
Chu Zhiyuan sealed with both hands and pointed at it.
A palm-sized ball of golden light condensed, bright as a copper mirror, heading for the broken sword.
"Buzz!"
The golden light collided with the broken sword, as if a giant copper bell in the void was struck hard.
Li Xinhe and the others suddenly felt the earth shaking as if the Earth Dragon was turning over, unable to keep their balance.
