Over a hundred treasured swords hovered in the sky.
The people from the Elder Council had never seen anything like this!
The other side had sent their weapons flying with just a glance!?
Song Sheng Chaoying narrowed his eyes.
He suddenly shot forward. If he was going to kill Chou Baihen, now was the time!
Slap!
A resounding slap landed.
Song Sheng Chaoying lost his footing and fell back.
An elder roared, "How dare you strike our Dean! Elder Council!"
"Present!"
"Kill this madman with me!"
Everyone roared in unison, "No swords!"
The man froze.
Right. Their weapons had all flown away.
Going up barehanded... would probably be difficult, wouldn't it?
Song Sheng Chaoying waved a hand. "It's fine, I'm fine. Don't act rashly. He... is a patient. We won't lower ourselves to his level."
Hun Tiangang stopped moving.
Standing where he was, he slowly raised his head and turned around, his expression grave.
"Song Sheng Chaoying?"
Song Sheng Chaoying covered his face. "Y-you... Senior..."
Hun Tiangang nodded. "You've grown up. The burden of the Elder Council isn't easy to bear, is it?"
Song Sheng Chaoying was dazed for an instant.
That kind and gentle elder from the past, that terrifyingly powerful hero, seemed to have returned.
Scene after scene from the past surfaced before his eyes again.
Hun Tiangang looked toward Chou Baihen again.
"Chou Baihen. Heh. You really mastered that piece of trash?"
Chou Baihen pointed at Hun Tiangang. "Don't come any closer! Stay over there and talk!"
Hun Tiangang sneered and straightened his tattered robe. "Why have you all made such a spectacle today?"
Chou Baihen raged, "Why!? I want to kill you!"
Hun Tiangang sighed. "Baihen, why brag? We were brothers once, but righteousness and evil cannot coexist. You have already fallen into the demonic path.