A moment later, Yun Haofeng squeezed out and said to Yun Chujiu in a low voice,
“It looks like an array disk. It should be quite old. It should have been buried when the earthquake sword ruins was built. I just don’t know what it’s used for.
“What do you think the people from the prehistoric sword sect want to do? You’re not trying to destroy the disk, are you? If you destroy it, wouldn’t you be betraying your master? !”
Just as Yun Haofeng finished his words, something hit him from behind. He lost his balance and fell to the ground.
He angrily looked back, only to see the original place where he was standing was occupied by the stone tablet, presumably just a stone tablet hit him.
Yun Haofeng was about to speak when Yun chujiu faintly said,
“Uncle Haofeng, elder Yin’s grandson was smashed to death by this stone tablet. It only hit you once, but it’s already showing mercy.”
