Saints Came, Saints Fell, All Came to Nothing; Sword Drawn, Sword Followed, Fame Took the Fore

Gui-Zhe Holy Mountain.

Beneath the magnificent mountain-protecting grand formation, low murmurs filled the air everywhere. "Have you heard? Xu Xiaoshou of the Saint Slave—the new Seven Sword Immortal—is blocking Yujing City's gates. He's been doing it for two days already."

"My clan is in the city. I heard some news: in just two days, Hall Master Xuanji has had two bodies slain!"

"What? Two bodies?"

That immediately drew quite a crowd from the surrounding area.

After all, everyone was trapped on Holy Mountain, unable to go down.

Though Yujing City lay not far below the mountain's foot, duty bound the mountain guards to Holy Mountain. They could not leave, and could only quench their thirst from afar with scraps of rumor and gossip.

"That's right! Hall Master Xuanji has died at least two Half-Saint incarnations!"

"How unbelievable! When Xu Xiaoshou slew Sword Saint Rao, everyone thought it was a joke. No one believed it could happen..."

Some sighed with emotion, while others began reflecting. "It shouldn't be like this. When the Dao Hall Master held office, he governed with diligence for decades and had never suffered such a huge defeat. How long has Hall Master Xuanji even been in office?"

"Just two days!"

"One body dead per day—then tomorrow... no, the day after tomorrow, are we holding another succession ceremony?" someone whispered jokingly.

"Shh! Kid, that's gross disrespect!"

"Haha, compared with my disrespectful words, Hall Master Xuanji has already become a joke. I heard Xu Xiaoshou even publicly dredged up the Lei Family Tragedy from back then?"

That immediately stirred another wave.

But it was simply too far away. Even among the mountain guards, though some had clansmen in Yujing City, they only dared pass along whatever news could safely be passed.

Anything specifically concerning the Lei family would definitely