Everyone felt all the hairs on their body stood on their ends, especially Lu Xiu.
"Hey! Are you kidding?!" Lu Xiu exclaimed and rubbed his arms when he felt goosebumps appeared on his skin.
Qian San, Wu Ling, Shi Yi and Qi Bai huddled together.
"What does this artifact do?" Huo Ling asked. "What does it look like?" he added.
"The young master said that his memories were hazy, but he can remember that he was holding a sword." Jiang Ci answered. "A very old sword. His own sword was replaced by that sword." He said.
"So, the five disciples of Huai Sen were killed by this sword?" Huo Ling muttered. "What happened next?" he asked.
