"Host, aren't you afraid they'll ask where you hid the sword afterward?" 444's mouth twitched. He really couldn't hold back anymore.
The sword in her hand kept appearing and disappearing. They weren't idiots.
No matter how wide her sleeves were, they couldn't conceal such a long sword, could they?
"Who dares ask?" Su Qiao snorted domineeringly.
"Even if someone really dares to ask, I'll just say I hid it around my waist."
444 was speechless.
Did she think her sword was a soft sword?
And hiding it around her waist—why didn't she just say she had stored it in her Dantian like a magical artifact?
As soon as Su Qiao approached, she immediately knocked aside Ye Zhongli and Huangfu Xian's swords with one strike. "Fortress Lord Ye, leave him to me. Go take care of something else!"
If she didn't personally slaughter this old bastard, she wouldn't be able to vent the anger bottled up in her chest.
Ye Zhongli hesitated for a moment before flying away.
Huangfu Xian was a member of the imperial court, so this matter was most likely true. For now, the most urgent thing was to quickly determine how many of the Eight Great Sects and the martial artists who had come today belonged to him.
And whether the imperial court's people would interfere.
After all, today was the final day of the Martial Arts Convention, and the position of Martial Arts Alliance Leader was likewise related to whether the imperial court could control the entire martial world.
Su Qiao held the sword in one hand, its tip pointed at Huangfu Xian across from her. "I've heard that both your martial arts and swordsmanship have reached the level of perfection. Today, I'd like to experience them for myself."
Huangfu Xian no longer looked kind and