A group of Sword Sons had fighting intent soaring into the heavens. At the sight of the Great Sun Sword Son, boundless fighting intent and killing intent rose within them.
At the same time, a small number of Sword Sons silently lowered their heads and retreated.
The strength of a Honing Stone, whether it was useful, whether escape was necessary—these were all core secrets of the Sword Dao Immortal Cult, each with its own mysteries.
In an instant, this space boiled over.
It was filled with the desires and killing intent of countless Sword Sons. Any creature with a slightly weaker soul would have its soul extinguished in an instant here.
"Everyone, your fighting intent reaches the heavens."
"To rejoice at the sight of an enemy—indeed, that is what Human Sword Cultivators should be."
As the Big Dipper Saintess watched Tu Shan being stared at by a crowd of Sword Sons, an uncomfortable feeling rose in her heart. "But why have you suffered defeat after defeat on the battlefield of the Endless Starry Sky, constantly seeking appeasement, constantly compromising, yet never once have we seen the brilliance of your sword dao?"
"Could it be that your swords only reveal their edge before humans?"
"Is this the original intention of Human Sword Cultivators?"
In an instant, this place returned to silence.
The many Sword Sons whose fighting intent had soared into the heavens fell silent, gradually withdrawing their fighting intent and killing intent.
Weak and conciliatory toward outsiders, with fighting intent soaring toward their own people.
That was indeed disgraceful, especially before a sword cultivator who had just returned from the battlefield against alien races, penetrated deep into their core, and slain one of their Dao Sons.
"Oh?"
Jiang Ding stared at the Big Dipper Saintess, somewhat angered.
"I..."
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