"Get down on your knees!"
The moment he spoke, the swords answered as one.
Clang!
Hundreds of Still Water swordsmen drew their long swords at the same time. Sword Intent surged thickly, and killing intent ran rampant. They were only waiting for the Hall Master to give the order before rushing forward and hacking this ignorant bastard, who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth, into minced meat.
They did not know who this young man was, nor did they care who he was.
They only knew that this was Still Water Sword Hall, and they were Still Water swordsmen—the Empire's First Sword Hall, the Divine Land's First Sword Hall. Even sovereigns and princes treated their Hall Master with great courtesy, never daring to act as superiors before him.
When had they ever fallen to such a wretched state?
Some nameless nobody actually dared to throw his weight around on their Sword God Plaza? He even dared to make the Hall Master, whom they revered as a god, kneel in public?
"Kill anyone who insults our Hall Master!" Wang Li, one of the Three Maniacs, had gone red in the face. He stared at Yan Xiangma as if his eyes could spit fire.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Hundreds of Still Water swordsmen shouted in unison.
"Yan Xiangma, don't push people too far." Elder Chengfeng was steady and measured by nature, but even he had been enraged by Yan Xiangma's attitude. The fury in his heart had nowhere to go. "Regardless of whom you represent in this negotiation, the person behind you won't permit you to insult the Hall Master of Still Water Sword Hall like this. The world is vast—where can we not find somewhere to live? Do you truly think Still Water Sword Hall wouldn't dare do something