The offering that was supposed to be a tribute suddenly turned into sending someone off for reincarnation, a change that caught everyone by surprise. But the crowd soon rallied, and the dead man's two friends, not caring that they were in the sanctity of a memorial hall, one drew his sword and lunged forward, while the other threw out a spiritual artifact in the form of a spinning, chaotic blade wheel, clearly used to such cooperation.
Hou Niao raised his sword and thrust it directly into the center of the blade wheel, instantly breaking the fragile connection between it and its master. After all, it was just a spiritual artifact controlled not by divine sense but merely guided by spiritual power, making it easily decipherable by others.
That was the limitation of loose cultivators; they considered their so-called spiritual artifacts remarkable, but in reality, they were nothing in front of true sect disciples.