The golden long sword pierced directly through Luo Tianci's chest.
Luo Tianci slowly looked down at the tip of the sword gradually dissipating at his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"This... how is this possible!"
Then, Luo Tianci collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open in death.
To his last moment, he could not comprehend how Qin Xuan had thrown the sword out of the Formation of the Gods!
At this moment, the Qin family's martial artists finally reacted, stepping forward to shield Ling'er behind them. Those who had reached the Hua Jin realm dared not advance for the time being.
Qin Xuan looked at the fallen Luo Tianci and let out a cold laugh, a frog in a well.
To think of using such a divine artifact to trap him was utterly foolish.
The reason Qin Xuan had not chosen to break the formation earlier was because he had been observing.
As expected, Qin Xuan discovered that the power within the formation seemed to be of the same energy as his dragon power.
This meant that the four dragon-shaped short swords were also not of this mortal world.
Moreover, Qin Xuan felt increasingly familiar with those four dragon-shaped short swords.
Because in the memories of the Ying Long's inheritance, Ying Long possessed a pair of swords, the Long Gang Sword.
However, when Ying Long fell to Earth in those ancient times, his sword was also lost.
Seeing Qin Xuan kill their leader within the formation, the leading Grandmaster roared in anger.
"Everyone, strengthen your power and kill this brat!"
The others bit their other fingers once more.
Then they pressed them onto the lines developing on the ground.
The Formation of the Gods expanded by double.
More golden blades launched towards Qin Xuan.
However, they were still useless against Qin Xuan.
Because he had already felt a sense of familiarity within this formation.
Qin Xuan had confirmed it.
"You want to use my own belongings to kill me? You are too naive," Qin Xuan sneered.
Immediately, he formed hand seals with both hands, his fingers moving incessantly.
"Tian Gang divides into four, meeting Dragon, they unite!"
As soon as the words fell.
The formation began to tremble violently.
The four dragon-shaped short blades surprisingly let out dragon roars.
"What... what is happening!" The leading Grandmaster was bewildered. He could clearly feel that the formation was becoming uncontrollable.
The other three Grandmasters also sensed that the situation was dire.
The next moment, the four dragon-shaped short blades were instantly pulled from the ground before the four of them and flew towards Qin Xuan.
They circled above his head.
"Haha! It truly is the Long Gang Sword! Master Ying Long! Your sword has been found!"
Qin Xuan laughed wildly towards the sky.
Then, he extended a hand, palm open.
"Unite!"
The four dragon-shaped short blades then flew into the sky.
In mid-air, they began to reassemble at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Within a few breaths, a golden long sword emitting a blinding light, flipped its body in mid-air, as if celebrating its reassembly and return.
Qin Xuan looked at the Long Gang Sword in mid-air, a smile appearing on his face.
"Sword! Come!"
The Long Gang Sword let out a sword cry that could pierce through the entire imperial capital, and with a 'whoosh', it flew into Qin Xuan's hand.
As the Long Gang Sword was received, the surrounding formation vanished.
A group of martial artists spat out mouthfuls of blood.
The Grandmaster looked in disbelief as the treasure that clearly belonged to his group flew into Qin Xuan's hands and formed a dragon-headed long sword.
"Retreat!" The Grandmaster immediately realized something was amiss.
Without those four dragon-shaped short blades, his strength was no match for even a random Grandmaster who might have died at Qin Xuan's hands.
In an instant, all the black-clothed men turned and fled.
Qin Xuan said indifferently.
"You all came to kill me, and now you can't, and you want to leave? Do you think that's possible?"
Qin Xuan's voice was like the death knell of a grim reaper, falling into the ears of everyone present.
It caused the already terrified crowd to be even more terrified.
"Go down to the underworld and repent to those who died at the hands of the Qin family!" Qin Xuan uttered.
Then, with a gentle sweep of the Long Gang Sword in his hand.
A golden five-clawed dragon phantom shot out from the long sword.