Taishu Sheng's face was full of unwillingness. His eyes were wide open as he stared blankly at the night sky, dying with his eyes still open.
The Mad Saber Sect disciples stood at the outskirts. Though they couldn't bear to see it, with powerful enemies all around them, none dared step forward. The Mad Saber Sect had been built entirely on Taishu Sheng's strength. Once he fell, the monkeys scattered when the tree fell.
Feng En looked at his old rival and couldn't help feeling a pang of sorrow, mourning his fate. He ordered his subordinates to take the Mad Saber Sect disciples back to the Hundred Flowers Sect, then stepped forward. Bending his knees slightly, he crouched beside Taishu Sheng and ran a palm down from his forehead, closing his eyes. Then he picked up the great saber in the other man's hand and, as if making some kind of statement, raised it before his chest and cleaved it in two with a single palm strike in front of everyone.
The corners of the Mad Saber Sect disciples' eyes twitched, and their lips moved. As defeated foes, they ultimately had no right to say anything. But deep in their hearts, they already knew that from this day forward, the Mad Saber Sect would be no more in Yulin's Martial World.
Before long, Changsun Li and Sun Man returned with most of the Hundred Flowers Sect disciples, followed by a group of unarmed Mad Saber Sect disciples. Sun Man found his son unconscious nearby and shouted for his fellow disciples to come help. Changsun Li, meanwhile, walked up to Feng En and said quietly, "Senior Brother, Wenren Qiang got away."
Feng En nodded, showing no sign of blame. Wenren Qiang's Martial Arts were formidable; it was only natural they couldn't