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Li Xiaobai collected Immortal Stones until his hands went soft; virtually every sword was sold for the price of thirty to fifty thousand top-grade Immortal Stones. Occasionally, the rare Sword Intents would incite the cultivators to fiercely compete, even driving the price directly up to one hundred thousand top-grade Immortal Stones. This wave of sales brought in a direct income of several million Immortal Stones.
The disciples and Elders were overjoyed in their hearts, many among them having acquired ancient swords, some of whom couldn't wait to immediately return and ponder over them.
It was at this time that, halfway up Sword Peak, more than ten streaks of light shot up into the sky and headed straight for the foot of the mountain.
"Li Xiaobai, come out and face your death!"
The leader, a young man in white with bulging eyes, was burning with rage, followed by more than ten disciples exuding killing intent, their presence aggressive and formidable.