His gaze suddenly became intense and subtle.
For a cultivator, possessing such a celestial artifact is equivalent to having a second life.
And that's not all.
Having such a magical artifact by your side can definitely help its owner overcome many life-or-death crises.
That means countless chances to survive.
Who wouldn't want that?
Their originally calm Daoist hearts began to become restless and agitated.
Chu Mo remained calm.
Even though he knew that revealing this sword would attract many covetous eyes.
But he did not regret his decision at all, under those circumstances.
He had no other choice.
Unfortunately, he ultimately failed to kill Sima Changge with a single sword strike.
It's really hard to stop a cultivator who has survived four tribulations from trying to escape.
Just like him and Zeng Mushen, if he really wanted to leave, the other party would be helpless as well.
However, they had too many ties to bear, so it was impossible for them to abandon the 100,000 disciples of their sect and flee for their lives.
Although the other side could not possibly kill all the disciples, the core members and high-ranking members of the sect would definitely not be spared.
Chu Mo didn't think about it anymore.
He turned his head and looked at Wei Qu, a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Is there any possibility of saving this foolish old man's life?
Hopefully, he can be brave enough to confront himself head-on.
If all else fails, at least we can keep the black mace in his hand.
That thing looks extraordinary.
Old Master Zeng was beaten so badly, we should at least help him get some interest back, right?
Thinking of this, Chu Mo no longer hesitated, pointed his long sword at Wei Qu, and shouted angrily:
"Old dog, do you dare to take my sword?"
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