"I have wronged Shu Mountain and wronged all under heaven. I will surely repay this debt someday!"
Having said that, Xue Yun pressed a hand to his brow.
He was about to use his natal flying sword to resonate with the Demon Suppressing Pagoda and force it open.
Xue Yun's natal flying sword was bound to the Demon Suppressing Pagoda by shared fortune and misfortune; the flying sword had been born from the pagoda.
Only Xue Yun and the Old Sect Leader knew of this matter.
Otherwise, even the successive sect leaders of Shu Mountain would not have found it easy to open the Demon Suppressing Pagoda.
Li Xuanxiao was still trying to struggle as he staggered toward Xue Yun, vomiting blood.
"Senior Brother..."
Xue Yun could not bear to look at him again.
At this moment, Li Xuanxiao's spiritual energy was exhausted, like a candle flame in the wind.
"Senior Brother... Senior Brother..."
He futilely clutched at his senior brother's robes.
Xue Yun's expression was grave as all the power in his body poured ceaselessly into the Demon Suppressing Pagoda. He was wholly immersed in the task.
The Demon Suppressing Pagoda began to tremble violently as seals were released layer by layer...
Suddenly, a streak of white light stabbed forth beside Xue Yun.
The ancient sword inscriptions engraved upon Shu Mountain's bronze sword cauldron seemed to come alive.
The treasured swords hanging from the waists of the Shu Mountain Disciples automatically slid three inches from their sheaths!
The sword blades hummed, Sword Qi spilling in every direction, as though they would tear through the air at any moment in response to the bronze sword cauldron.
Caught completely off guard by this sudden turn of events, Xue Yun had no time to react.
In a single instant, countless streams of