Zhang Chen's gaze was fixed intently on that pair of brushes with greed. He thought that those brushes couldn't be that simple, after all, they were treasures born from Innate Yin and Yang, how could they be so simple?

But right now, he could do nothing about those brushes, unless he could one day master the power to suppress Yin and Yang, perhaps then he could attempt to seize the treasure.

Chen Xu seemed startled by Zhang Chen's intense gaze, turning his head to glance at Zhang Chen, then lowering his head to continue focusing on the prohibitions, thoughts flickering rapidly in his mind. Finally, after more than ten breaths, he mustered the courage and said to Zhang Chen, "Don't you get any ideas about my brushes. Once this thing recognizes its owner, it cannot be separated unless I die. And if I die, the brushes will fly away on their own. It ignores all kinds of prohibitions and methods and cannot be captured at all."

"I know. Otherwise, how could such a treasure still be in your hands," Zhang Chen replied with a smile, "Don't overthink it. Just hurry up and open the prohibition."

Upon hearing these words, Chen Xu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then continued brushing the box.

As the brushes swept back and forth over the box, the box seemed as if it was rusted shut, constantly corroded by the Power of Time. Finally, at some moment, a crisp sound was heard as the originally intact box suddenly opened a crack.

From that crack, a precious light shot up to the sky, the light was so majestic and straight that even in broad daylight it was clearly visible.

"Not good!" Seeing this scene, Zhang Chen was horrified. With various powerful figures gathered here, such an anomaly with the treasure appearing was like a beacon in the night, those people would surely rush over like moths to a flame.

Zhang Chen hurriedly rushed forward to grab the box, then pushed it shut with his hand, concealing the precious light, and then turned to Chen Xu and said, "The martial world is vast, we'll meet again if fate allows."

Having said that, Zhang Chen was about to transform into a Vampire Bat to escape. At this moment, he no longer cared about exposing his methods, but before Zhang Chen could transform, a beam of light flickered in the void. At first glance, the light was on the horizon, but in the blink of an eye, it had traversed several dozen miles, reaching right in front of Zhang Chen.

"It's Mr. Wuliu's Flying Sword." Zhang Chen looked at that white light, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes. The Flying Sword seemed to be made of pure light, shining brightly like the flash of welding, dazzling to the point where it was hard for anyone to keep their eyes open.

"Watch out!"

Chen Xu, seeing this scene, instinctively gave a warning.

Zhang Chen looked at the sword light, pondering all his skills, but none could restrain this sword light. In the next moment, the Five-Colored Divine Light burst forth, and a thirteen-meter radius around Zhang Chen swirled with five colors. As soon as the sword light fell into the radiant colors, it was instantly reduced to its original form, becoming a short sword twenty centimeters in length, as thin as a coin, yet without a hilt.

Then the five-colored light swept, and the Treasure Sword fell into Zhang Chen's hands, while a strand of Soul Power belonging to Mr. Wuliu was directly swept out of the short sword.

"Buzz~"

The Treasure Sword trembled, as if called by some invisible force, struggling desperately. Zhang Chen attached a Sealing Rune to it, but unfortunately, his Sealing Rune was too low-level. Facing the Flying Sword, it was ineffective, immediately sliced away by the sword light. The Sealing Rune didn't work, its level was too low to suppress the Flying Sword. Zhang Chen's heart stirred, and a sphere of five-colored light enveloped it, finally ceasing the sword's trembling and struggle.

"You actually managed to subdue Mr. Wuliu's Flying Sword?" Chen Xu, standing by, was dumbfounded at this scene, his mouth agape and at a loss for words, his eyes full of horror.

Even with his mastery of Flying Sword techniques, Mr. Wuliu could contend with a Yang God True Man, remaining undaunted. Yet face-to-face with Zhang Chen, he took a substantial loss almost instantly.

Zhang Chen looked at the Flying Sword, observing its incredible sharpness, easily cutting hair in half. He didn't dare to carry the Treasure Sword on his person, lest he injure himself, so he found a branch and inserted the Treasure Sword into it. The sword pierced the branch as if it were tofu, effortlessly sliding in.

Then Zhang Chen pointed at the branch, watching as it transformed into stone, finally relieved to tuck it into his sleeve, cleverly concealed with a clump of Five-Colored Divine Light, before retrieving the Fox Fairy Nannan, and sprinting away.

"Hahaha, farewell!" Zhang Chen laughed heartily, feeling an incredible sense of relief, and immediately started running away.

Now he dared not transform into a Vampire Bat again, fearing that he might not be able to use the Five-Colored Divine Light in time to escape if faced with the opponent's Flying Sword.

Mr. Wuliu was over ten miles away, granting Zhang Chen enough time to flee.

In the distance, within a certain mountain range, Mr. Wuliu was moving hurriedly through the mountains when his expression changed drastically. He looked incredulously towards the distant void, "Someone actually seized my Flying Sword! My nine Taiyi Geng Metal Flying Swords can form a Sword Array, now missing one, what should I do? Isn't it ruined?"

Mr. Wuliu's expression shifted wildly. In the next moment, his physical form stood firm, and his Yin Spirit emerged, carrying eight beams of sharp light and streaking towards the distance.

Zhang Chen was racing through the mountains, but no matter how fast he could run, he couldn't outpace Mr. Wuliu's Flying Sword. After running just over a mile, he saw the terrifying gleams flickering in the void, Mr. Wuliu's Yin Spirit had already blocked Zhang Chen's path.

Zhang Chen halted his steps, his eyes fixed on Mr. Wuliu across him, especially noting the eight Flying Swords, a trace of greed shimmering in his gaze.

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