Mu Xi was stunned. A mere unfinished sword possessed such unbelievable power?

If it were forged into a true spiritual weapon, how terrifyingly powerful would it be? 

“An old devil like Hua Liuye actually produced such a treasure? That’s truly surprising,” muttered Mu Xi.

Su Yi shook his head. “With those paltry skills of his, how could he produce such a divine weapon? If I’m not mistaken, the owner of this unfinished sword was the very same expert that placed the formation’s one hundred and eight altars.”

This time, all of them were stunned. But when they thought about it, this deduction was logical. 

Because just now, all of them could tell that it was only by relying on the sword embryo that Hua Liuye managed to borrow the formation’s power. 

Ning Sihua couldn’t help but ask, “Then Fellow Daoist, can you tell who it was who placed this formation?”

Su Yi thought it over, then said, “All I can go by is the strength of their Dao of Talismans and Formations. This formation is sufficient to repress and kill a Spirit Dao cultivator, suggesting that whoever placed it has Spirit Dao cultivation at the very least.” 

Spirit Dao!！

Ning Sihua and Mu Xi’s pupils ...