The vines beneath the old man's command flickered once more, yet he hadn't regained the strength to reinforce the barrier.
The Golden Sword Net, forged by the Kunwu Eight Swords, descended from the heavens, slicing the vine barrier into dust.
The Sword Qi connected, and its power surged skyward, a force no human could resist.
The old man roared in anguish, "Heavens are not just…"
Before the words fell, the sword net swept across him, bursting into a dance of blood under the five-colored divine light.
A Golden Core shot out, but Qin Feng's right hand swiftly snatched it into the Storage Ring before it could escape.
A pangolin claw clung to the Golden Core, trapped in Qin Feng's grasp, prompting him to frown deeply.
Brother Xiaowei and Yan Danfeng exchanged a smile, wiping the cold sweat off their foreheads, and quickly gathered around Qin Feng.
