A golden wide sword appeared in his hand, an imposing silhouette of a four-armed Bodhisattva faintly visible on the blade.
It was the five-grade flying sword, the Peacock King Sword, emanating from the light cluster of the Sword Peacock.
Legend has it that it was made from the feathers of a peacock under the command of the Buddha, the Peacock Ming Wang, and is extremely effective against this type of Yin thunder.
"A five-grade flying sword! A Spirit Plant Master like you actually possesses such a treasure!!!"
The white-haired old woman was almost driven mad with jealousy. Unexpectedly, the least conspicuous among them, Lu Xuan, was harboring such a rare treasure.
Half of her eyes were filled with fear and half burned with desire. She feared the formidable horror of the five-grade flying sword but also coveted it.
Suddenly, her lust outweighed her rationale.