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The Lesser Ultimate Sword shattered, leaving only Mi Ren, Zheng Ze and a young Taoist monk.

Mi Ren's expression dulled. "Junior Brother Zheng, Junior Brother Meng, Ultimate Sword!" he said calmly while gently swaying his longsword. The blade of the sword became bright and warm as if it had turned into a glimpse of clear autumn water.

Similarly, Zheng Ze and Meng Yu swung their longswords. The blades of their longswords also underwent a strange transformation. It looked like they were wielding a stretch of crystalline spring water.

The sword became dazzlingly quick. With one gentle stroke, it struck the two elders who flew towards them.

"Hey!" The two elders screamed as they staggered backward.

They looked down and saw the cut on their white, jade-like palms. There was a trail of blood on their right palm where fresh blood was seeping out.