Mu Jingfeng felt a weight lift from his heart, though an immense bitterness also spread through it.
If Lie Qili's target had been him, he would have been in grave danger.
At that moment, Mu Jingfeng, once the foremost core disciple, suffered a crushing blow.
Lin Xuan frowned at Lie Qili, and Lie Qili was looking back at him as well.
Suddenly, Lie Qili curled his lips. "If it isn't Mu Jingfeng, then it's you... Lin Xuan!"
"You truly surprise me. Ten-tenths sword intent—you hid it deeply. What sword technique was that? Tell me at once!"
Lie Qili's words carried the force of a command, and the arrogance on his face was utterly undisguised.
As though recalling something, he suddenly said, "Right, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Lie Qili, though I prefer humans to call me Sword Fanatic."
"I have been obsessed with the sword all my life, born for the sword, determined to collect every sword dao under heaven."
"I never expected the Demon Race to cultivate swordsmanship to such a level."
Lin Xuan spoke, but he had no intention of answering Lie Qili's question.
Lie Qili did not mind. He smiled faintly. "Then you have broadened your horizons today. What a pity, though—we will not be able to exchange insights on the sword dao."
"No matter!"
"Since you were born for the sword, then die for the sword as well. That can count as my exchange with you."
"You may go in peace now!"
Lin Xuan spoke wildly, even more arrogantly than Lie Qili.
Rather than getting angry, Lie Qili laughed. "Hahaha... Wild enough. No wonder you achieved such astonishing accomplishments in the sword dao."
"What a pity, what a pity!"
His words paused as Lie Qili suddenly changed his tone.
"Lin Xuan, I have changed