A small group on the heretical side realized it sooner than the others because they heard “Brother Feng”. They glared at Feiyun with skepticism.

Feiyun didn’t know how the young lord recognized him but he didn’t let the guy have the chance.

He gathered all of his power to attack with the Pure Yang Mirror, shooting out a seven-colored beam containing geographic runes.

“Boom!” The heretics from Senluo were blown away. The weaker ones vomited blood, wounded.

The heretical lord’s sleeves were fluttering to the wind. He raised his hand and unleashed golden Buddhist energy encompassing 300 miles.

This energy engulfed the mirror, wishing to seize it.

“Whoosh!” Feiyun swung his sleeve and shot out blinding rays. They turned into a rain of swords.

This rain was made from his weapon essence, consisting of more than a thousand...