As Chu Zhizheng spoke, the magic sword trembled.
"No good! This magic sword has anchor point characteristics!"
"Retreat!"
Out of the five people watching this scene unfold, only one hesitated slightly. The rest decisively turned and ran.
But Wang Zijia was not a typical Divine Tour traveller!
By the time the others realized something was wrong, Wang Zijia had already arrived.
The Infant God quickly used the escape technique, covering the Magic Sword with a piece of human skin that then expanded, turning into an incarnate form, and merged into one with the Infant God.
Wang Zijia looked around, integrated his divine thought into the magic sword, and quickly understood the situation at hand. He frowned and said, "What kind of vermin dare to target my Chu Family!"
Upon finishing his words, he gestured with his hand, and five crimson flying swords emerged.
"Swoosh, swoosh!"
The flying swords transformed into streaming light and disappeared at once.
