Mo Qi felt offended but didn't dare to lash out, choosing to treat it as the barking of a mad dog and ignoring him.
At this moment, the bat suddenly burrowed into a crevice on the side stone wall.
Pang Qing was furious, unwilling to let it go. He frantically clawed at the crevice, but unexpectedly, a rumbling sound echoed, and stones slid away.
A stone cave appeared on the side!
So there was another world within!
The four of them showed surprise and looked into the cave together.
The cave was resplendent, surrounded by radiant energy, as if tiny meteors were shuttling through it, or countless fireflies were dancing freely.
"So many swords!" Xiao Bai couldn't help but exclaim.
On the ground of the cave, various colored swords were densely inserted. Some only had their hilts exposed, while others had half of their blades showing.
"Could this be the legendary Sword Tomb?" Linghu Xiaoxian said.
"What Sword Tomb?" Mo Qi asked, confused.
"It's where ancient people buried swords, leaving them here to await destined individuals to draw them out. It's also a form of inheritance," Xiao Bai explained.
While they were talking, Pang Qing impatiently stepped forward and pulled several times, but he couldn't draw out a single sword.
Unwilling to give up, he continued to pull, using all sorts of divine abilities, but still, he couldn't draw out any.
"I don't believe it, with so many swords, I can't pull out even one," Pang Qing, refusing to believe, continued to pull at the swords without pause.
"What's so good about these swords?" Mo Qi, unmoved, asked, looking at the swords.
"They are all magic treasures, some are ancient famous swords, but you won't know until you draw them out," Linghu Xiaoxian said while trying to draw a sword.
Ancient famous swords were somewhat appealing, so Mo Qi lazily walked forward and bent down to pull at the swords.
With a "clang," he pulled out a sword. It gleamed brightly, emitting light.
Everyone cast surprised and envious glances at him. Was it that easy?
Unexpectedly, Mo Qi held the sword with both hands and gently bent it. With a "zing," the sword snapped into two pieces.
The three of them stared with wide eyes, their mouths agape, unable to close them for a long time.
Mo Qi frowned, tossed the broken sword aside, and said, "Just this? It needs inheritance? What were they thinking?"
Alas, the other three sighed.
Then they continued to pull swords!
With another "clang," Mo Qi pulled out another sword, examined it in his hand, and then, to everyone's astonishment, gently broke it again.
What a waste of heavenly resources! The three couldn't help but lament.
At this moment, Mo Qi casually pulled out another sword.
"I can't stand it anymore." Pang Qing felt self-loathing for the first time, but he vented this hatred onto the sword. He grabbed a sword and pulled, tugged, and kicked it with all his might, but it was all in vain; the sword remained motionless.
Mo Qi took the sword in his hand, gently bent it, and broke it, then tossed it aside casually.
Linghu Xiaoxian was also somewhat annoyed. What was going on?
It seemed all the swords in the cave were meant for him?
What did that make them?
Were they all here to highlight him?
However, Mo Qi paid no attention to others' feelings, continuing to pull out swords one by one, and then breaking them one by one.
Seeing Linghu Xiaoxian's slight anger, Pang Qing thought it was an opportunity to strike. He stepped forward to comfort her, "Xiaoxian, it's nothing. Useless swords, no matter how many you pull, are still useless..."
"Get lost..." Linghu Xiaoxian snapped back without politeness.
For some reason, she didn't want to see his face; seeing it made her want to vomit.
Pang Qing then slunk away.
However, his words did strike a chord with Mo Qi.
No matter how many useless swords you pull, it's still useless!
Indeed, that was the case!
So Mo Qi stopped fooling around. He scanned his surroundings, unfolded his divine sense, and began to observe the swords.
Some swords had very weak spiritual energy, while others had spiritual energy that flowed mightily!
Mo Qi quickly locked onto one of the swords.
He leaped towards it.
Simultaneously, three figures lunged from three other directions.
They were all discerning individuals!
Four hands grabbed the sword hilt at the same time.
Among them, Linghu Xiaoxian immediately grabbed Mo Qi's hand.
Mo Qi's lips curved upwards, and he looked at her meaningfully.
Linghu Xiaoxian hastily withdrew her hand, her face flushing red.
Pang Qing let out a cold snort and said nothing.
Seeing that Xiao Bai and Pang Qing were not letting go and were at a stalemate, Mo Qi sighed and looked at Pang Qing, "A true man doesn't fight with a woman. Let's back out."
Mo Qi withdrew his hand, but Pang Qing remained motionless, still gripping the sword tightly.
Xiao Bai sighed, "A good person doesn't fight with a beast." He withdrew his hand.
Pang Qing was dismissive, curling his lips, "I don't know who the beast is."
"You!" Xiao Bai was enraged and wanted to teach him a lesson, but Linghu Xiaoxian stopped him.
"Forget it, don't bother with him. I used to think he was just stubborn, but now I realize he has no grace or manners at all," Linghu Xiaoxian said.
Pang Qing ignored their sarcastic remarks. He secretly made a decision: once I draw out an ancient weapon, I will kill you all.
Linghu Xiaoxian was no exception. It wasn't that he didn't love her anymore, but because...
However, reality is often contrary to one's wishes. He pulled with all his might, using every ounce of strength, but he couldn't draw it out.
He remained unwilling, holding onto the sword without letting go.
Xiao Bai couldn't help but say, "Give up. You can't pull it out. Give others a chance, okay?"
Pang Qing turned a deaf ear. Linghu Xiaoxian kicked him away.
Pang Qing's anger intensified, but he remained outwardly calm.
Xiao Bai stepped forward and tried, but couldn't pull it out. He decisively gave up.
Linghu Xiaoxian also tried, but still couldn't pull it out.
Mo Qi then stepped forward, rubbed his hands, looked around, and asked, "Is there no one else?"
Xiao Bai said, "Hurry up and try. You'll be as disappointed as you are smug now!"
Mo Qi also felt he was being a bit too theatrical. He slowly bent down, grasped the sword hilt, and held his breath.
All eyes were drawn to him. Unconsciously, everyone held their breath.
Even everyone became nervous, with their own thoughts.
Pang Qing struggled internally: Don't pull it out, absolutely don't pull it out!
All the way here, Mo Qi had been stealing the spotlight, causing him to lose face and stumble at every turn.
If this sword were also pulled out by him, wouldn't he become even more arrogant?
At that time, wouldn't he be riding on top of him and defecating?
Therefore, for his own dignity, he absolutely could not let him pull it out!
Xiao Bai and Linghu Xiaoxian were thinking, you've been surprising me all the way. Come on, keep it up, let the surprises come even stronger! I can handle it!
Mo Qi pulled once, but it didn't budge.
Pang Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiao Bai and Linghu Xiaoxian were somewhat disappointed.
Mo Qi looked at Xiao Bai and Linghu Xiaoxian, "You need to cheer me on for me to be able to pull it out."
Xiao Bai and Linghu Xiaoxian both rolled their eyes, "If you want to pull it, pull it. If not, we're leaving."
Pang Qing, however, shouted from the bottom of his heart, "You can't pull it out, you can't pull it out!"
After shouting, he realized something was wrong. How could he have spoken his inner thoughts? He quickly covered his mouth.
But it was too late. Xiao Bai and Linghu Xiaoxian both cast him an annoyed glance.
Mo Qi, however, curled his lips, "I'm not playing with you anymore!"
He gently lifted his hand upwards, and with a "clang," the sword came out in response.
The sword let out a dragon's roar, and its dazzling light blinded everyone's eyes.
"Good sword!"
Despite the blinding light, Xiao Bai clearly saw two characters inscribed on the sword: "Xuanyuan!"
Pang Qing couldn't help but exclaim, "This is the Xuanyuan Sword!"
He felt a wave of disappointment. Why could this person so easily obtain what he couldn't get even with all his might?
Mo Qi still held the sword with both hands, bent it in half, and wondered if he could break it.
Pang Qing had given up all pretense and shouted, "Break, break..."
With a "clang," the sword sprang back. The sword's body emitted a sword light, which swept past and struck Pang Qing, sending him tumbling several times. He rolled on the ground repeatedly, grimacing in pain, and continued to roll.
Mo Qi said apologetically, "My apologies, I didn't do it on purpose."
Pang Qing, covered in wounds, twitched on the ground for a long time and said with a sense of utter despair, "Living is so tiring!"
The enthusiasm of the others was dampened, and they no longer attempted to draw swords.
Mo Qi also felt that one sword was enough; he wasn't greedy, so he gave up on trying to pull more swords.
Continuing forward, the path ahead became darker and darker.
It was as if they had entered hell. A wind suddenly rose around them, chilling them to the bone.
Everyone instinctively hunched their bodies, feeling very cold!
A shadow suddenly floated past in front of them!
The gloomy wind pierced their very bones!
The ground beneath their feet suddenly began to sink rapidly!
Everyone instinctively flew up.
The ground beneath them sank, and black water surged up, emitting black mist from its surface.
"Run!" Mo Qi covered his nose and dashed forward.
The others followed closely, flying forward at high speed.