"Zheng Fa killed a Demon Ancestor, but this Immortal Trapping Sword has slain a True Immortal."
Shi Nandang looked at the Immortal Trapping Sword with a sudden sense of reverence.
"Slain a True Immortal?"
Upon hearing this, the Ninth Elder among the crowd glanced at Zheng Fa, his eyes filled with concern.
Yet, Zheng Fa listened while nodding frequently, looking at the Immortal Trapping Sword with appreciation, showing no fear.
The Ninth Elder was slightly startled, then lightly sighed in relief.
Luo Sanxian and Shi Nandang exchanged a few words and then had the young driver enter the formation to refine the Immortal Trapping Sword together.
Shi Nandang dared not say more, retreating to Zheng Fa's side, yet his eyes still carried a trace of resentment when looking at the young man.
After all, his achievement was indeed snatched away.
