If You Want War, Then War!

Ignoring the Sword Academy, ignoring Ning Jian Er—the man whom everyone in Myriad Laws City knew, whom even the Head Dean of Myriad Laws Academy had to weigh carefully before confronting.

The Eleven Clans followed Ye Qiu's will and killed again!

Killed with wild abandon!

Throughout the entire scene, apart from the Tang Sect's sounds of blood spraying, wailing, and ceaseless roaring, there was nothing else.

Everyone from the Sword Academy stood frozen.

Their expressions were blank.

They seemed unable to believe it.

They felt that all of this was a dream.

The Eleven Clans were indeed terrifying enough, but compared with the Sword Academy, they were far, far inferior.

Like the distance between dragon and snake.

They were separated by who knew how many tiers.

"Impudent!" Ning Jian Er, who had likewise been stunned, finally uttered two heavy words after suppressing himself for so long.

Like thunder above the ninth heaven, they tore through the barriers between realms, crashing down in a vast torrent and exploding in the air.

At the same time, the Sword Qi around him blazed more than ten times brighter. A huge sword phantom flickered ceaselessly behind him.

His pressure swept across the scene. Everyone trembled, retreating again and again; some even rushed straight out of the Tang Sect.

Within it, they felt as though they were trapped in a cage, their bodies, hearts, and souls ground beneath the unceasing pressure, oppressed beyond measure.

They felt they were about to die.

Even after rushing out of the Tang Sect and standing on the crowded streets outside, that oppression remained.

They could clearly see that enormous sword phantom, so terrifying that no one dared look directly at it, still looming mightily.

Sword Qi ran rampant, as though it could slice heaven and earth apart and sever