Leopard Scythe's face darkened. If he had not been driven into a corner, he truly would not have been willing to pay so many Source Stones.
Right now, he desperately needed a stronger treasured sword at his side to raise his combat strength to its limit.
He needed to leave himself a way out.
With neither the Sect Leader nor the Blazing Venerable remaining to hold down the Heavenly Thunder Sword Sect, the sect was already swaying in the wind and rain, its people scattered in spirit. It could fall apart at any moment.
Though he had stepped forward and temporarily stabilized the situation, there were many within the sect who refused to submit. If this journey failed to secure the Night Feather Sword or the support of the Heaven Night Sword Sect, the sect's collapse would only be a matter of time.
To him, this sudden appearance of a treasured sword was undoubtedly an opportunity bestowed by the heavens—an opportunity to elevate his strength even further.
With such a sword, even if this trip yielded nothing else, he believed that once he returned to the sect, he would still be able to steady the situation.
At the very least, he would be able to intimidate those within. He would also have the confidence to kill any who refused to submit.
As for the title of one of the Eight Great Sword Sects, it would likely be difficult to preserve.
But he had never cared for that title in the first place. Becoming the master of a sect was already enough.
Once he had firmly secured his position, he could pursue development by any means necessary—destroying and plundering smaller sects and factions, or even developing inhumane pills like the Limitless Sect. He would strive to acquire the greatest amount of