The Song Family, as the foremost noble family of cultivation in Yue Country, possessed a vast collection of treasures.
And on the last Foundation Establishment cultivator, there was a high probability of encountering a talisman treasure.
"Speed!"
Song Qing looked at Fang Xi as if he were looking at a dead man.
Next, the grey talisman in his hand quickly erupted with intense spiritual radiance, transforming into a small grey sword that, with two or three-tenths the might of a magical artifact, sped forth to pierce its target!
"Go!"
Fang Xi had already commanded his second-order turtle puppet to guard him. He now withdrew his Divine Consciousness and let the second-order puppet meet the grey small sword.
Bang!
Under one strike, the second-order puppet instantly turned to ash.
Fang Xi's expression was exceedingly solemn; taking advantage of this brief moment, he also drew out his Vermilion Bird Ring.
