"So who do we have here? Junior Brother Xiao E!" Long Qing grinned, his smile mocking.
"It's him!"
"We got worked up over nothing!"
The others relaxed as well, the stones weighing on their hearts finally falling away.
Just moments earlier, Xiao Chen had hurtled toward them like lightning, charging like a dragon. His momentum had been so astonishing that he had genuinely given them a fright.
Anyone who did not know better would have thought some unparalleled foe had arrived in person. Who would have guessed it was merely a wet-behind-the-ears One-Pattern New Disciple?
"The Demon Quelling Sword God, Ji Wushang, was a peerless legend. In his day, with one man and one sword, he slaughtered his way through the Demon Realm until no one dared call themselves supreme, rendering unparalleled service to the Human Race. Now that he has ascended to the God Realm, this is how you treat his legacy?"
Xiao Chen's brows and eyes were sharp as swords, his chest brimming with fury.
"Young brother..."
Ling Taixu stared in astonishment, emotion stirring in his eyes. He had never expected that, after so many years, someone would still remember the illustrious deeds the Sword God Lineage had once performed for the Human Race!
"Xiao E, how much have you drunk in broad daylight? Do you know who we are? How dare you speak to us like that?"
Long Qing and the Second-Pattern Veteran Disciples' expressions tightened. One of them even snapped a cold rebuke outright.
"The Sword God Lineage rendered great service to the realm. Whoever dares lay a hand on them is an enemy of the entire Human Race! Why should I care who you are?"
Xiao Chen's expression remained indifferent. Facing their icy gazes, sharp as blades, he showed no fear whatsoever.
"Xiao E, have