Qin Shou gave a wry smile and said, "Perhaps..."
"Are you all ready to join together now?" Zunwu, carrying that pitch-black greatsword, stood in place, his calm gaze falling on the demon commander Jimeng, Hongran Daoist, and the man in green.
Demon Commander Jimeng said, "Such a surprising power and talent..."
Hongran Daoist stepped forward and said, "I'll give it a try."
As he spoke, a feather appeared in Hongran Daoist's hand. It was a light golden color, and didn't look remarkable.
But all those present furrowed their brows when they saw it.
Qin Shou didn't recognize it and tugged at Huanglong Daoist's trousers, asking, "What's that?"
Huanglong Daoist shook his head and said, "I don't know, but that feather has a terrifying aura... very terrifying!"
Chiyou said, "It should be a feather of Ancestral Phoenix. It's stained with the Ancestral Phoenix's blood and carries its aura. The power is astonishing."
