"Martial uncle? Martial uncle!"
The Sect Master of Sword Sect stared at the two corpses beneath Jiang Yan's feet, completely devoid of life. Deep sorrow showed in his eyes.
The Great Elder and Second Elder of Wuliang Sword Sect were a generation above the Sect Master of Sword Sect. When he was young, they had both given him some guidance in martial arts.
Although the three of them had become enemies in all but name over the power struggles that followed, they still shared the basic bonds of their sect.
Now these two extreme-realm martial artists, who had once rendered great service to Wuliang Sword Sect, were dead—nothing but corpses.
"You deserve to die. You've destroyed the very foundations of my Sword Sect. You belong in the Eighteen Levels of Hell!"
The most fundamental reason Wuliang Sword Sect had ruled Moyun Prefecture for hundreds of years without falling was that it had three Jie Realm martial artists. This time, Jiang Yan had broken the Sword Sect's backbone. Even if the Sect Master of Sword Sect fled at once, Wuliang Sword Sect would cease to exist.
Huoyan Valley wouldn't let this chance to strike while the Sword Sect was weak slip by. They would certainly make their move too.
"Seven Swords Destroy Soul!"
The Sect Master of Sword Sect drew a deep breath, suppressing all his emotions, and stepped forward. Six long swords—orange, red, yellow, green, black, and white—appeared behind him once more.
They spun rapidly in midair, pointing toward the same spot.
Suddenly, a golden glimmer appeared. It struggled to drill out of the void, then transformed into a golden sword.
The moment the sword appeared, a heart-chilling force spread in every direction, as though it could freeze a person's soul.
"Ah!"
The Sword Sect disciples who had remained behind