Lu Zhao stared at the "Kunlun Order" in his palm and suddenly sneezed. When the token was stained with saliva, bloody lines appeared.
"Is this thing... Expired?" He casually rubbed it on his clothes.
"Presumptuous!" The leading elder raised his beard, "This is..."
Boom!
The mountain gate formation suddenly went berserk, and the sword energy knocked everyone over. The rusty sword in Lu Zhao's arms flew up spontaneously, and the hilt hit the elder's head accurately.
"I didn't do it!" Lu Zhaogang shouted out, and saw the tip of his sword dipped in his own nosebleed, drawing a crooked spell in the air.
Elder Jie Ying's pupils shrank suddenly: "Taixu Demon Suppressing Talisman? This has been lost for thousands of years..."
