"Enlightenment Sword Formation?"
Cheng Qingyu looked at Fang Xue incredulously, bursting into laughter:
"Do you know what you're saying? For thousands of years on the Hongzhou Continent, the number of Great Powers who have attained the Enlightenment Sword Formation could be counted on two hands. In our Zhenyang Sect, only our founding ancestor Zhenyang managed it."
"You've merely had a miraculous encounter and stumbled upon an Ancient Immortal Sword somewhere, yet you dare claim to have attained the Enlightenment Sword Formation!"
"Such shamelessness, how could you be worthy of wielding an Immortal Artifact?"
Cheng Qingyu had already noticed that the snow-white Immortal Sword in Fang Xue's hand was extraordinary, surpassing her own Emerald Immortal Sword.
If she could claim this snow-white Immortal Sword as her own, wouldn't it be like adding wings to a tiger?
With the spark of greed, her mind turned wicked, but she spoke with righteous indignation:
