"Of course. Since Grandmaster Wang has come in person, then please, come up the mountain!" Elder Wang Yue held his breath in Spirit Focus, a trace of sorrow flashing through his eyes. He spread out a hand and pointed toward the sloping steps up the mountain.
Yan Qinrong did not stop him. Since matters had reached this point, nothing they did would have any meaning.
All they could do was preserve the sect's greatest remaining strength for the Sect Leader and the others who had yet to return.
Wang Houzhong nodded slightly, ignoring the indescribably bleak scene of the Leaf Mountain Sword Sect. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he strode up the mountain steps.
The two Grand Elders followed close behind.
The group quickly arrived at the spacious Training Ground before the main hall atop the mountain.
All the disciples of the Leaf Mountain Sword Sect had already gathered on the white-stone-bricked Training Ground. At a glance, there were no fewer than a hundred of them.
Yet there were only a little over twenty core disciples among them. Of those twenty-odd people, more than half were away from the sect.
The only ones truly capable of facing an enemy were the two Elders and three stewards.
"By the rules of the martial world, it makes no difference whether you fight me one-on-one or come at me together," Wang Houzhong said blandly. "If I win, then from this day forth, the Leaf Mountain Sword Sect is forbidden from openly accepting disciples, and its plaque will be removed on the spot."
He did not say what would happen if he lost.
Nor did anyone present speak of him losing. He had single-handedly slaughtered his way through the other five great sects. As a Devil Path Grandmaster who overshadowed the world, there was simply