The next moment, in his hand, terrifying Thunder Dao principles emerged.
Crackling!
The thunder was like a golden dragon, instantly entwining, binding, and suppressing the entire sword body of the Immortal Sword.
Eventually, all the rule patterns on the Immortal Sword extinguished.
It transformed into a sword that seemed extremely ordinary.
"My Immortal Treasure!"
The leading man exclaimed in shock.
He never imagined that the Immortal Treasure he regarded as his greatest trump card would be suppressed, captured, and turned into Ji Haoyuan's spoil in such a manner.
"What do you mean your Immortal Treasure? It's clearly my Immortal Treasure. You stole it from me, and now it's merely returning to its rightful owner."
"You…"
The leading man was almost infuriated to the point of spitting blood by Ji Haoyuan.
But he quickly couldn't afford to care about that.
Because at this moment, Ji Haoyuan had lifted the hand holding the Immortal Sword.
