"Does Sect Master Shangqing intend to join forces for a surround and kill, or to use the five sects' trump card?"
Shenxu's expression was indifferent, glancing at Taoist Shangqing: "There is something we must remind you of—this person possesses a defense supreme treasure. Unless that treasure can be destroyed, attempting to kill him will not be easy."
"Defense supreme treasure?"
Taoist Shangqing remained unaffected, showing no concern.
"I'm curious to see, what kind of defense supreme treasure could withstand our five sects' Zhen Sect Dao Soldier!"
"Holy Weapon Qingyi!"
"Holy Weapon Qingyi?"
Taoist Shangqing's face showed confusion; in his memory, there was no related impression.
Even the powerhouses from the other Twelve Palaces of the Five Sects seemed puzzled, except for Qing Wei, who seemed to recall something, showing shock on his youthful face.
"Is the Shenxu Sect Master speaking of the Immortal Holy Soldier held by the Ancient Qinglian Emperor?"
