The Tribulation of the Grand Void: Nine Heavens

Lu Zhao stared at the “Kunlun Token” in his palm and suddenly sneezed. Saliva splattered on the token, and blood-red patterns appeared.

“Is this thing... expired?” He casually wiped it on his robe.

“Impudent!” The welcoming elder’s beard bristled. “This is...”

BOOM!

The mountain gate’s grand formation suddenly went berserk, and sword energy sent everyone sprawling. The rusty sword in Lu Zhao’s arms flew up on its own and struck the elder squarely on the head with its hilt.

“I didn’t do it!” Lu Zhao had barely shouted the words when the sword tip, dipped in his nosebleed, drew a crooked talisman in midair.

The welcoming elder’s pupils contracted. “The Taixu Demon-Sealing Talisman? This was lost a thousand years ago...”