Seeing Tang San sink into madness before him, Grandmaster could not quite bear it.
His disciple had originally had limitless prospects. Had he not taken the wrong path, he would have been destined to become an outstanding figure.
But who could have known that he would encounter Ye Xingchen, leaving his disciple's resolve unstable and making him look as though he had succumbed to cultivation madness?
He sighed softly, then turned around and said:
"Tang San, stop talking nonsense. We are master and disciple; how could we sever that bond so lightly? Besides, this battle isn't over yet. As your master, I must keep you safe!"
With those words, Grandmaster disregarded Tang San's attempts to dissuade him and turned his gaze to Ye Xingchen.
Looking at the white Sword Qi spreading before him, a trace of hesitation appeared on his face!
"Ye Xingchen, must you really be so ruthless? You and he belong to the same academy, after all. Must you drive him into a dead end?"
"Where you can show mercy, show mercy. At this point, I advise you to stop!"
Hearing Grandmaster's words, Ye Xingchen could not help smiling slightly.
Looking at the sanctimonious, selfish Grandmaster, who thought only of his own disciple, he teased:
"From beginning to end, I told him not to oppose me. But this fellow was as stubborn as iron and insisted on seeing which of us was better. Did I force him into that?"
"Forget it, forget it. You're just as pigheaded a master. Since you won't give your disciple's well-being any proper thought, I'll beat both of you today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Xingchen took another step forward. With a casual wave, the Cloud Pattern Long Sword suddenly appeared in his hand.
Then the four Immortal Slaying Swords merged