Some things pushed me forward, and some fates could not be dodged. The greater my ability, the greater the burden I would have to shoulder.
My willingness to sacrifice myself had convinced Wang Changhe of my character. The golden sword of the sect master on my back had driven him to make a do-or-die decision, and I myself felt that no one but me could rise to the occasion!
"What an awe-inspiring name, the Southern Immortal Sword Sect! Could it be that, in the end, it exists only to join their Southern Immortal Camp and become puppets who strike east when told to strike east and west when told to strike west? Heroes live for glory and die for destiny. After death, they are not meant to become cowards—they are meant to become heroic spirits! Look at yourselves! What sect's robes are you wearing? The Southern Immortal Sword Sect's!" Wearing the Ghost Dao mask, I pointed my golden sword at the sky and loudly called out to the disciples of the Southern Immortal Sword Sect. My bearing could be called upright and aboveboard.
The disciples did not think my cultivation was low, either. After all, everyone had seen me overpower several great elders working together.
"Why should we turn our blades against our own kind? Since even the Supreme Elders have fled, if we join this Southern Immortal Camp, won't we just become rootless subordinates with nowhere to stand? When we win, they'll drive us forward like tigers and wolves; when we lose, we'll slaughter one another in mutual strife! What meaning is there in that? Even if death is certain, wouldn't it be better to return to the Southern Immortal Sword Sect?"
"At worst, defeat means death. If we win, we'll carve out a new Southern Immortal realm! Brothers,