Zhang San pondered and said, "Everything is fine.
"But there's a competition between the Martial God and the God of War among the commoners. They caused quite a commotion."
"But that shouldn't have anything to do with His Highness.
"His Highness might be in seclusion forging and didn't notice his Myriad Worlds Communication Token.
"Why don't we get the princesses to look for His Highness?"
"Forget it. We can still hold on. What if Old Zhou really has something important to do?" Sun Gongping said.
Then he grimaced and pulled out the severed dharma treasure from his chest. Blood gushed out.
Sun Gongping endured the excruciating pain and poked the wound a few times to stop the bleeding. "These damn enemies, aren't their dharma treasures replicas of our divine weapons?"
With a clang, Sun Gongping threw the half dharma treasure to the ground.
From the looks of it, the dharma treasure was just a long sword.