To be on the safe side, Fang Zimo made other preparations. Besides planning to take action himself, he also sought out the geniuses who had been previously injured by Lin Xuan and gathered them together.
Fang Zimo announced, "Now is the time for revenge. We must kill Lin Xuan."
Having already been defeated by Lin Xuan, the geniuses shook their heads. "We're no match for him."
"That's right, Young Master Fang. Even you were defeated, and he took your Blood Dragon Blade."
"How do you plan to turn the tables?"
"A bunch of wastes! Look at this!" Fang Zimo snorted coldly, taking out a Treasure Sword.
This was a three-foot-long sword. Its light was as dazzling as a meteor streaking across the night sky, blinding all who looked upon it.
The surrounding geniuses were stunned. "Heavens! What kind of Treasure Sword is this?" "Why does it feel so mysterious?"
Fang Zimo said proudly, "This sword is called the Flowing Light Sword. It's a third-grade high-level Spiritual Artifact."
