From the ranks of the Zhang Family, an old man with a sinister expression and ice-cold eyes slowly took three steps forward.
The three stood at the center of attention. Without a word, they lifted their feet in perfect unison, stepping onto the empty air and sending ripples through the void.
The three slowly raised their right arms, their palms facing the heavens.
Three distinct, yet equally terrifying auras erupted in an instant!
When the light faded, three rare and peerless treasures, each capable of making rivers of blood flow through Qing Province, were finally revealed.
In the palm of the expert from the Demon Suppression Bureau lay a simple, yellowed object. It was less than a foot long and no more than five inches wide, shaped like an ordinary brick, its edges chipped and broken.
On closer inspection, it was covered in intricate cloud-and-thunder patterns. Interspersed within these patterns were countless gashes from blades and chisels, varying in depth.
