"Ah, Senior Brother Sun, that's not a nice thing to say in front of the children. What do you mean, I came uninvited? If you're coming to my Ten Thousand Swords Sect, let alone visiting my rear mountain—even if you built a separate estate there and started giving lectures on the sword dao, I wouldn't say a single word of refusal! Not only that, I'd make a huge announcement about it! So really, we're just visiting each other." A booming voice rang out from afar, shaking the surrounding spirit birds into the sky. Without a doubt, the owner of that voice was the man known as the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal—Ten Thousand Swords Come!
Back then, during the legendary Strife War, Ten Thousand Swords Come had fought alone with ten thousand swords to seize the right to use a Nine Tribulations divine tower, driving away the orthodox sect that had occupied it. From then on, he named the tower he had snatched the Ten Thousand Swords Sect!
He was a bandit nobody could sink their teeth into!
I drew a deep breath, wondering just how powerful he really was. But I had heard that after he occupied the Ten Thousand Swords Divine Tower, how could the orthodox sects of the Southern Heavens possibly stand for it? They couldn't exactly mobilize an army against him—after all, there was only one man, Ten Thousand Swords Come, guarding a divine tower. Thus, the ones who challenged him became the strongest experts of the various sects. Sun Daoji had spoken of that battle with profound reservations. After all, nobody wanted to admit that they had once lost to Ten Thousand Swords Come.
Still, one could imagine how fierce the resistance of the Southern Heavens' orthodox sects had been when they tried to drive Ten