This battle wasn't simply about the Burial Sword Convention. It concerned the future of the Glazed Sword Sect.
If the Glazed Sword Sect failed to make an impressive showing at this Burial Sword Convention, it would completely lose its qualification to serve the Emperor Sword Sect.
Surrender?
The Glazed Sword Sect had no such option. They had to give it everything they had.
Yet the battle unfolding before them made the Glazed Sword Sect's ancestor look utterly grim.
Mu Yunyao and the others had only three people and one dog.
And not one of them had reached the Dao Evolution Realm!
Yet these opponents were keeping the entire Glazed Sword Sect pinned down.
"Though I don't know why you insist on this, I respect your resolve."
"Come at me." Chen Changan smiled faintly.
"Very well. I'd like to see just how strong you people really are."
The Glazed Sword Sect's ancestor's face darkened. In the next instant, he drew his sword and slashed, sending terrifying Sword Qi straight toward Chen Changan.
But as the Sword Qi neared Chen Changan, he merely narrowed his eyes, and it vanished without a trace, as though it had never existed.
"Your cultivation is indeed far stronger than ours, but your swordsmanship is truly terrible."
"You're not even as good as Qi Wushang and Hou Mubai." Chen Changan shook his head helplessly.
"Impossible!"
"You're talking nonsense!"
The Glazed Sword Sect's ancestor knew that his swordsmanship didn't make him an absolute powerhouse in the Burial Sword Land, but there was no way he was worse than two juniors among juniors.
Chen Changan's words stung him more than learning he wasn't his father's biological son would have!
The Glazed Sword Sect's ancestor attacked Chen Changan almost frantically, swinging his sword in a dazzling flurry as one mighty