The clank of the spiritual sword was like the sound of a dragon!
When Zhang Ao was about to use the spiritual sword to perform the skill of a Celestial Master Taoist, he saw Lu Xuan grasp it with one hand. Then, the spiritual sword directly broke free from Zhang Ao's palm and turned into a stream of light before landing into Lu Xuan's hand.
"This is a good sword, but it's a waste if you used it. It's become dusty!"
Lu Xuan grinned.
Zhang Ao was a bit dumbfounded. He did not expect the spiritual sword in his hand to be this easily robbed.
He had practiced with this sword for many years. When he was very young, because of his outstanding cultivation talent, he was rewarded with this spiritual sword by his elders. It was said to have been carried by a Celestial Master Zhang in a certain generation.
It was a big deal.
