"Thunder Sword Sect." Lei Jian spoke with unmistakable pride in his tone, as though being a disciple of the Thunder Sword Sect made them superior to ordinary factions.
Lei Jian was none other than one of those who had participated in the Holy Pool Baptism. He had also passed the assessment successfully.
Lin Taichu raised an eyebrow slightly and fixed his gaze on Lei Jian. He said indifferently, "So you are from the Thunder Sword Sect. Why have you come here?"
"We have been ordered to apprehend a criminal and hand him over to the Thunder Sword Sect for punishment. Young Master Lin, hand him over," Lei Jian said coldly.
"Oh?" A mocking smile curled across Lin Taichu's lips, as though he had heard something truly amusing. He said coldly, "Apprehend me? Who gave you the right to apprehend me?"
"When the Thunder Sword Sect acts, since when has it been your place to question us?" Lei Jian said icily.
"Then let me ask you this. The Lin clan and the Qi clan belong to the same faction. What right do you have to arrest me?" Lin Taichu retorted coldly.
As those words fell, the space suddenly became deathly silent. Everyone froze for a moment, seemingly left speechless.
Qi Yang and Qi Yao had died by Lin Taichu's hand, yet the Qi clan patriarch had sent people to capture Lin Taichu. That was improper from the start; the Qi clan was in the wrong.
"Does Young Master Lin think I am discussing this with you?" Lei Jian sneered. Then he suddenly thrust out his palm, and swords of lightning appeared at once, circling around him and emitting terrifyingly sharp auras as if they would pierce through the void.
The lightning swords were incredibly fast, shooting out like streaks of lightning