With one stroke of the sword, the gray-robed female cultivator's face turned pale, sensing that even her Golden Light Mirror might be shattered directly.
Her hands continually formed seals, a surge of mana pouring into the 'Golden Light Mirror,' forcibly sustaining it.
At the same time, she looked at Lu Changsheng, shouting loudly, "Fellow Daoist, please stop, we have offended you tonight, for which my husband and I are wrong. We are willing to offer an apology."
"An apology? Do you think you can start and stop fighting whenever you wish?"
Lu Changsheng said coldly.
Clapping his hands together fiercely, the Seven-Colored Giant Sword emitted a thunderous rumbling, the force of its descent growing even more terrifying.
"Rumble——"
A huge explosion sounded.
