“Brother Peng, it seems you have no destiny with this blade. It’s fated to be mine!” Sha Guangyan laughed and grasped the hilt.

But Long Chen saw that Sha Guangyan was crafty. His hand was covered in a faint layer of sand that protected him.

He had clearly learned from Peng Wansheng’s mistake. Not only did he keep a barrier between him and his body, he even created a spiritual defense.

“Long Chen, what should we do?” asked Chu Yao spiritually.

“We don’t need to do anything. I don’t think anyone’s going to walk away with that saber.” Long Chen replied directly.

After the formation had broken, he had carefully examined the black saber. His intuition told him it wasn’t something that he could use. They had probably fought for nothing.

Peng Wansheng didn’t say anything as Sha Guangyan grabbed the saber. He simply stared.

The distant experts were also looking at him. They didn’t dare to get close though.

One reason was to avoid causing a misunderstanding and thinking that they were going to fight over it. Another reason was fear, fear...