This roar was as majestic as a dragon, and within the voice, people could almost hear a multitude of emotions such as anger, unwillingness, and humiliation. It was indeed a mix of myriad feelings.
And the person who made the outburst was naturally Pei Laoliu.
Zhang Xiaoman was the closest. When this voice sounded by his side, his hand shook, and his cell phone, which had accompanied him for more than two years, almost dropped straight into the cup of tea.
Pei Laoliu suddenly stood up from his seat with a "swoosh" and fixed his gaze on the person on the stage.
"You’re nothing but an imposter! I am the real Half-immortal Pei!!"
Witnessing this scene, the crowd came back to their senses from their surprise, and the venue instantly erupted into an uproar.
"So Master Liu has finally made a move..."
Zhang Xiaoman muttered softly, clearly having anticipated this outcome.
What kind of person was Master Liu?
He was the one who would even pluck a few feathers from an iron rooster!
He was always the one tricking others, when had he ever suffered such a big loss?
If he showed no reaction, Zhang Xiaoman would even suspect the man had been possessed by someone else.
"Xiao Man, lend me the Purple Cloud Divine Sword!"
Pei Laoliu, seeing his momentum had reached its peak, did not hesitate to walk towards the stage. Before leaving, he also casually took the Purple Cloud Divine Sword that Zhang Xiaoman had placed on the table.
The person on the stage was taken aback by such an unexpected turn of events, losing his composure. He stood there, hands flailing, watching Pei Laoliu’s advancing steps, and for a moment was unable to utter a single word.
At this moment, Master Liao, who had been supporting him from below, also stood up and strode toward the stage. By the time Pei Laoliu reached there, Master Liao was standing beside that "Half-immortal Pei."
"My fellow Daoist, please do not cause trouble here! Mr. Pei is a Master universally recognized by us Jiangnan cultivators, a rare talent in the Cultivation World. We cannot allow you to slander him here!!"
Master Liu cursed inwardly "Shameless!" and then resolutely retorted:
"Nonsense! Qionghua City only has one Half-immortal Pei! Who are you, and how is my catching an imposter any of your business!?"
Master Liao waved his sleeve, countering:
"I am Master Liao from Meihua City! Mr. Pei and I are close friends! I cannot stand you creating discord and strife! If you want to defame him today, you’ll have to get past me first!"
Pei Laoliu rolled up his sleeves: "Fine! Then let’s just draw the line and have a go at it!"
The crowd below was in an uproar, the Masters were all stunned by the turn of events, and the guests’ eyes lit up with keen interest in this unexpected debate.
At this moment, some people handed over Master Liao’s Magic Artifacts from below: a Compass, Ruyi, Dharma Seal, yellow talisman, Token, Soul Exorcism Bell, Youlong Sword, and even a large canvas banner inscribed with "Tongxuan Kongxuzi."
A set of equipment gathered together truly made him look like a Master.
In contrast, Pei Laoliu’s side seemed a bit shabby because all his belongings had been confiscated by the government in ancient times, and Master Liu only had the Purple Cloud Divine Sword he had just taken from Zhang Xiaoman.
"Hehe, claiming to be a person of the Taoist path, yet not having a single decent Magic Artifact, is truly laughable to me."
Master Liao let out a mocking laugh.
Pei Laoliu glared: "Who says I don’t have one! This Purple Cloud Divine Sword is a precious treasure of the Taoist path, and this one alone is worth more than your entire wealth!"
"Hahahaha! A measly iron sword dares to claim it’s a treasure? With just one strike from my Youlong Sword, I can cut it in half!"
"Hmph! Arrogant! If you’re so confident, come and try it!"
Pei Laoliu was also getting worked up. Even though his sword was a bit worn, it was an iron sword after all, and he absolutely didn’t believe that it could be sliced in half with a single blow.
Master Liao was pleased to hear him respond this way.
He had a lot of confidence in his Youlong Sword.
Not to mention, his sword was made from a modern high-strength alloy. His disciple had once cut through a similar iron sword right in front of him.
Thinking of this, Master Liao’s confidence grew even stronger. He raised the Youlong Sword in his hand, took a step forward, and said to Pei Laoliu:
"It’s easy to slice through your broken sword, but I’m afraid you might back out. Place your sword on a bench, and I’ll chop it."
Pei Laoliu was in a tough spot and could only agree to Master Liao’s request, but he still held onto the belief that even if his sword was old, it wouldn’t be chopped in half so easily.
While he was pondering, two chairs were brought up. Then, the Purple Cloud Divine Sword in Master Liu’s hand was placed between them.
The crowd below watched this preparation unfold, and everyone became excited. They hadn’t expected such an interesting turn of events to occur during the cultivation exchange conference.
Some even began to make private bets, wondering whether the dull and worn iron sword could withstand a blow from the Youlong Sword.
A slight smile formed on Master Liao’s lips, knowing that if he won this round, Pei Laoliu would lose his only magic artifact and could essentially be declared the loser.
However, he also understood that he was no longer young, and didn’t have the strength for this kind of task, so he called over a young and strong disciple and handed the Youlong Sword to him.
"Chop down hard toward the center; make sure you split that broken sword of his in half!"
Master Liao whispered his instructions.
The young man nodded in agreement, solemnly taking the sword.
He closed his eyes and mumbled a long string of mnemonics, and then, suddenly opening his eyes, he raised the treasure sword high, let out a shout, and chopped down fiercely.
All eyes were fixed on the Youlong Sword pulsing with cold light at that moment. Pei Laoliu was so nervous that he clenched his fists tightly, fearing that his Purple Cloud Divine Sword would be split in two the next instant, and he really would have no place to hide his old face.
A loud sound rang out, and the young man’s Youlong Sword bounced up high, causing him to stagger.
Everyone immediately looked toward the iron sword on the chairs, and when they saw it still lying there sturdy and intact, they couldn’t help but express their amazement.
A few who were closer even went up to the stage to take a closer look. When they saw not even the slightest mark on the iron sword, they widened their eyes in disbelief and passed the message to those around them, and it didn’t take long for the whole room to buzz with the news.
Zhang Xiaoman’s lips curled slightly at the edges.
Joking, the Purple Cloud Divine Sword was a Divine Artifact indeed. Even though its sealed status only allowed for two abilities to remain, one of them was the basic aspect of indestructibility.
If talking about sheer hardness, Zhang Xiaoman even dared to claim that apart from his rings, probably nothing else on Water Blue Star could be found that was harder than the Purple Cloud Divine Sword!
A common steel sword trying to cut through it?
That was truly too far-fetched even for a dream.