"From now on, there'll only be one sect?"
The people of the Yuan Chen Sword Sect blinked. As the saying went, thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; all things in the world were constantly changing, and few remained unchanged forever.
But wasn't this change happening a little too quickly?
Not long ago, they had nearly been eaten by this Demon King. That trembling, fearful feeling was still fresh in their minds.
The people of the Yuan Chen Sword Sect looked at Nie Li's towering body and felt the Demon King's uniquely vast, savage aura. Suddenly, that trembling fear no longer seemed like such a big deal.
A Demon King as a sect-protecting beast—throughout Qianyan City's thousand-year history, not a single sect had achieved such a thing.
Not to mention Qianyan City; even the Thousand Feathers Alliance of old had lacked such ability.
Yet now, their Yuan Chen Sword Sect actually had a Demon King guarding the sect's fate. What an incomparably proud thing that was.
It was not only the Body Refining Realm disciples. Even the Aperture Refining Realm and Joint Aperture Realm elders felt their emotions churn at this moment.
Never mind whether this Demon King had wanted to eat them before—that was all in the past. Who had never made a mistake? Hadn't the Demon King just apologized?
Several Joint Aperture Realm elders looked at the unhealed wounds upon Nie Li's turtle shell. His decision to join the Yuan Chen Sword Sect this time must have come after much careful consideration!
While the people of the Yuan Chen Sword Sect rejoiced in secret, everyone else in Qianyan City widened their eyes.
Even though some had already guessed it might turn out this way, hearing it truly spoken from the Demon King's own