Chapter 1023: Ten Thousand Points Of Critical Strik

"Alright, alright, alright!"

Seeing Wei Donghai finally relent, the crowd erupted in excitement and quickly surrounded him, rubbing their hands in eager anticipation.

"Let me make this clear, just one touch, okay?" Wei Donghai reiterated.

"Of course, no problem, just one touch," the crowd quickly agreed, nodding with smiles. For such a supreme sword, getting the old man to allow even a single touch was already a great privilege.

Finally, under the expectant gazes of everyone, Wei Donghai cautiously extended the sword once more.

Just the act of holding it out, bringing it closer, allowed everyone to feel the sharp sword intent and the profound Dao essence contained within.

What a sword!

An absolute, peerless treasure!

In their excitement, everyone instinctively reached out to touch the sword.

Just as they were about to savor the sensation...

In the next moment, Wei Donghai yanked the sword back.

"That's enough, you've seen it," Wei Donghai declared, promptly storing the sword back into his spatial ring.

"Wait, what...?"

The previously excited crowd's expressions instantly darkened.

A few of them were lucky enough to have brushed the sword, but Fu Nantian and a couple of others didn't even get a chance to touch it before Wei Donghai pulled it away.

They gritted their teeth, their eyes filled with murderous intent, yet there was nothing they could do.

Not only that, but they also had to force smiles on their faces.

After all, this guy had gotten his hands on such an incredible sword.

If they ever needed his help in the future, they'd have to rely on him.

Outwardly, they maintained their composure, but inwardly, they were seething at Wei Donghai's smug demeanor.

After this brief interlude, everyone knew that serious matters still needed attention. Although the Void Beasts had scattered for now, the crisis wasn't over.

The rift in the sky remained, and the danger was far from resolved.

Ancient Sage Luo Hongfei suppressed his curiosity and spoke with solemnity, "The immediate threat here has been dealt with, but to address the root of the problem, we still need to rely on Brother Zui. So, let's divide our efforts. Some of us will continue to investigate the area, while others should go to assist Brother Zui."

The sages nodded in agreement.

"I'll go support Brother Zui," Fu Nantian volunteered.

Truth be told, he was feeling incredibly envious of Wei Donghai's sword. The fact that he hadn't even gotten a chance to touch it made his blood boil.

Out of sight, out of mind.

He didn't want to see Wei Donghai's smug face anymore.

The others had no objections to Fu Nantian taking on the task.

Soon, several streaks of light shot across the sky as the seven sages went their separate ways.

Diving deep into the black mist at the horizon, Fu Nantian sped toward Zui Wuyang's location.

After flying for what felt like an eternity, he finally received a message from Zui Wuyang.

After racing another thousand miles, he finally caught sight of his old friend, standing alone.

"Brother Fu, what brings you here?" Zui Wuyang asked, curious to see Fu Nantian.

"Your mission is critical, so I came to assist you," Fu Nantian replied.

"Thank you, Brother Fu. The journey has indeed been perilous. With your help, things will go much smoother," Zui Wuyang expressed his gratitude.

The two flew side by side through the rift.

Zui Wuyang used his abilities to scout the area, while Fu Nantian provided support.

But even as he accompanied Zui Wuyang, Fu Nantian couldn't stop thinking about that sword.

He was so envious.

So jealous.

Even though he didn't specialize in swordsmanship, such a peerless divine sword would make anyone green with envy.

What kind of incredible luck did Wei Donghai have to obtain such a treasure?

If only he had one too.

With a sword like that, he could show off in front of his future disciple, who would surely kneel and beg to become his student.

After finishing his scouting, Zui Wuyang returned to find Fu Nantian distracted. He couldn't help but chuckle, "Brother Fu, what are you thinking about so deeply?"

Fu Nantian snapped out of his thoughts and glanced at Zui Wuyang.

Oh right.

Zui Wuyang probably didn't know about this yet.

If he told him, he'd probably be just as envious.

"You don't know this, but your junior brother Wei Donghai somehow got his hands on a peerless divine sword. He took down a seventh-tier Void Beast with just a few strikes," Fu Nantian said, eagerly anticipating Zui Wuyang's reaction.

After all, he knew that while the two brothers got along well, they had always been competitive since childhood. If one learned the other had surpassed them, they wouldn't be able to stand it.

Thinking about Zui Wuyang's impending outburst made Fu Nantian feel a bit better.

But to his surprise, Zui Wuyang simply responded with a calm, "Oh, is that so?"

Then, he continued walking, carefully inspecting the spatial rift as if he'd just heard the most mundane news.

Fu Nantian stood frozen in place, staring at Zui Wuyang in disbelief.

What was wrong with this guy?

Wasn't he surprised?

Wasn't he envious?

Fu Nantian quickly caught up and pressed further, "Brother Zui, aren't you curious? Aren't you jealous?"

"He took down a seventh-tier Void Beast with just a few strikes!"

Fu Nantian emphasized the key points.

"Do you know what kind of sword it is? It's one of the ancient Dao Swords that were embedded in the Ancient Corridor!"

"Countless powerful figures tried to retrieve it in the past, but none succeeded!"

"And now, your junior brother has it. His luck is simply unbelievable!"

"What's even more infuriating is that after getting his hands on it, he started acting all high and mighty. He wouldn't even let us touch it!"

Perhaps moved by Fu Nantian's impassioned speech, Zui Wuyang finally stopped.

He turned around slowly, revealing a calm smile.

"If he got the sword, then he got it. That's his fortune. Why should I be envious?"

Why should I be envious?

??????

Fu Nantian was stunned, his face filled with question marks. The words caught in his throat, unable to come out.

Looking at Zui Wuyang's serene smile, it seemed like he truly didn't care. His magnanimous words left Fu Nantian speechless, instantly struck by Zui Wuyang's broad-mindedness.

Was this the true depth of their brotherly bond?

Had he misunderstood them all along?

Fu Nantian smacked his lips, momentarily at a loss for words.

"Besides, it's just an ancient Dao Sword..." Zui Wuyang added nonchalantly, as if he were talking about a common vegetable.

Fu Nantian's mouth twitched at the sheer audacity of his words.

Before he could retort, a radiant light suddenly emanated from Zui Wuyang's hand. A simple, ancient black sword materialized, its appearance strikingly familiar.

The more Fu Nantian looked at it, the more his heart raced.

His eyes widened in shock, and he pointed a trembling finger.

"This... this!"

Under his stunned gaze, Zui Wuyang gracefully swung the black sword, unleashing several strikes toward the sky. What seemed like simple sword techniques released terrifying sword intent!

Streaks of sword light shot into the clouds like white rainbows, instantly dispersing the black mist and clearing the sky.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

After performing a few elegant sword maneuvers, Zui Wuyang sheathed the sword and continued forward.

"Heh, I have one too. No need to envy my junior brother."

I have one too...

The words echoed in Fu Nantian's mind like a haunting melody.

Ten thousand points of critical strike!

Fu Nantian was completely petrified, left standing alone in the wind, utterly bewildered.

His recently calmed heart was now in turmoil.

Such a sword.

For Wei Donghai to have obtained one was already an incredible stroke of luck.

But to think that Zui Wuyang also had one!

So this was the truth.

All that talk about brotherly affection and noble character was complete nonsense. The real reason they weren't jealous was that they both had treasures.

Why...

Why did these two scoundrels have such outrageous luck? It was infuriating!

He had held Zui Wuyang in such high regard, even feeling a sense of admiration earlier. But now he realized this guy was just as stingy and secretive as his junior brother. Both of them were scoundrels!

Fu Nantian began to question his life, his face filled with resentment.

His envy didn't subside; instead, it grew several times stronger. His eyes gleamed with a green light, and his fists clenched tightly.

He had only come to vent his frustrations, but instead, he got shown up again.

Fu Nantian's mentality was shattered, his eyes filled with shock and envy.

Based on his understanding of Wei Donghai and Zui Wuyang's abilities, there was no way he could ever pull out those swords.

There had to be some kind of extraordinary encounter involved.

Suddenly, Fu Nantian had an epiphany. These two old foxes must have some incredible secret.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked up, ready to demand answers.

But Zui Wuyang, the old rascal, had already run off after showing off.

Fu Nantian immediately gave chase.

"Scoundrel, stop!"

"Tell me the truth! How do you also have that ancient sword?!"