Wang Jixuan casually wrapped it with immortal power and tossed it toward Sword Dance.
"Master Uncle, consider this as the disciple's respect!"
Sword Dance immediately beamed with joy, effortlessly drawing a talisman, suppressing the arrows and storing them in the Storage Magical Treasure.
Wang Jixuan stretched lazily and slowly stood up.
Actually, there was no need to waste the Puppet's mana to forcibly control Yu Ling, but one must act the whole part when putting on a show; you can't stop halfway.
Wang Jixuan looked at Yu Ling's Primordial Spirit, lifted his left hand, summoned the giant sword bestowed by the Nine Spirits Sword Venerable, and rested the giant sword on his shoulder.
He glanced sideways at the thick cloud layer behind Yu Ling and said loudly:
"Feather God Palace, do you admit defeat?"
The experts of the Feather God Palace were seething with rage, but no one spoke up.
No one wanted to take responsibility.
Wang Jixuan walked forward slowly.
