Death

"Yes!"

"Today, Sword King Hall will fight the Huang Family to the death!"

"Kill!"

The disciples of Sword King Hall boiled with hot blood as they drew their swords from their sheaths!

Clang!

Clang!

Piercing sword cries soared into the sky, shattering the clouds.

Terrifying, razor-sharp Sword Qi spread through the air, staining even the void blood-red.

"Wu Qinglong, what are you doing?"

"Is Sword King Hall trying to rebel?"

"Have you considered the consequences?"

More than a dozen elders and hall masters of the Tai Xu Sect changed expression drastically and directly blocked Sword King Hall's people.

Quite a few of them were Chen Faction elders who had once supported Xiao Chen.

At this moment, they had forgotten who had fought the Demon Race in blood-soaked battle, summoned Qiongqi, and preserved the Tai Xu Sect from destruction. They had forgotten that without Xiao Chen, they would already have been withered bones in a grave.

Profit, desire, and the instinct to survive occupied their entire souls.

All they wanted now was to grovel and flatter!

To cling to the Huang Family's thick thigh!

"Huang Yelang, that beast, slaughtered innocents and humiliated the Tai Xu Sect's Holy Son. Not only do you refuse to intervene, you even aid and abet him?"

The giant sword on Wu Qinglong's back automatically slid three inches from its sheath, and Sword Qi surged across the heavens.

He could not understand how people could be so ungrateful!

"What Holy Son? The Tai Xu Sect has only ever had one Holy Son, and that is Junior Nephew Yelang!"

"What qualifications did Xiao Chen have to be mentioned in the same breath as Junior Nephew Yelang?"

"A discarded son of the Ji Family dares to ruin Junior Nephew Yelang's plans? He deserved to die!"

Several Tai Xu Sect