The Celestial Xiezhi Sword hovered in the hair, humming non-stop, as if mocking the white-haired, golden-robed elder for overestimating himself.

The Cloudstone Venerate and Lan Suo were stunned.

Both were well aware that Sect Leader Qiu Tianchi had obtained the Celestial Xiezhi Sword from a ruin deep within the Sea of Chaotic Spirits. It was extremely spiritually active, and its power was immense and inscrutable.

Over the years, only Shang Luoyu had gained its recognition and become its master.

However, it was clear that Su Yi had already subdued the sword!

“Anyone else want to try?” Su Yi refilled his cup, took a drink, and asked casually.

Qiu Tianchi’s expression darkened, and he rose from his seat. “Fellow Daoist, even if you’ve convinced the sword, how is this any different from openly stealing our Donghua Sword Sect’s treasure?”

“You’re welcome to go right ahead and steal it back,” Su Yi said coolly. 

Qiu Tianchi was so angry, his beard and mustache bristled. When he spoke, he paused for emphasis between each word. “Should I take that to mean you’re dead-set on opposing our Donghua Sword Sect?”

His tone was icy and filled with pent-up fury.

Learning that Su Yi was responsible for Shang Luoyu’s death filled Qiu Tianchi’s heart with extreme g...