"Did anyone in the Sword Pavilion still have the strength to fight?" Shen Yi asked Wu Liujian. He already had a plan in mind; all that remained uncertain was their available fighting strength.
Wu Liujian shook his head. The Sword Mound had suffered grievous losses in this battle, and the Lineage's fighting force had been nearly wiped out. Aside from him escaping with his life, there were no longer any Golden Core Cultivators or above in the clan. Those who had been captured were merely the old, the young, women, and children.
"This time, I dragged you into this, Junior Brother."
Shen Yi spoke apologetically, his fists clenched tight. His hatred for Duan Chengtian deepened even further.
"Azure Cloud Sect has the heart of a wolf and the ambition of a wild beast. They have long wished to swallow the Wu Lineage whole. This was merely an excuse they found, so there is no need for you to take it to heart, Senior Brother."
Wu Liujian's expression was somewhat dim, but what he said was the truth. In recent years, Azure Cloud Sect had tried more than once to annex the Sword Pavilion and turn it into its vassal. Only the deterrence of the Wu Lineage's Nascent Soul ancestor had kept them from starting a war. This ambush had merely been planned long ago. Thinking of this, his face filled with helplessness. In the cultivation world, the weak were meat for the strong. Between cultivation Lineages and sects, was it not the same?
"Little Black, this time I need you to hold Duan Chengtian back. I'll deal with Azure Cloud Sect's Golden Core disciples. Junior Brother, take the chance to rescue your clansmen. Qing'er, you're still too young, so stay here for now and wait for Martial Uncle to join