Three Questions of the Sword

"Let Xu Jiawei handle it himself. While he is at it, he can be warned indirectly as well. Compared to his father, he is still far too reckless," Mu En said calmly.

"Isn't that punishment a little too light?" Xuan Zi still could not help frowning as he spoke. Although this might be the best way to handle it, it was still a blow to Shrek Academy's prestige.

"It isn't that simple. A Duchess White Tiger is not the duke himself. For her to mobilize a Title Douluo—if there were no other shadows manipulating things from behind the scenes, do you think that would be possible?" Mu En glanced at Xuan Zi and said meaningfully.

"Elder Mu, do you mean... using someone else's blade to kill?" Elder Lin reacted quickly as well, her gaze gradually growing grave.

"It isn't quite using someone else's blade to kill. Shrek Academy's blade is not so easy to borrow." Mu En shook his head mysteriously.

"In this world, money, power, and strength are ultimately the three things most likely to blind a person."

Jian Tongming looked at the deep little grotto before him. He actually could not see the bottom. He took a breath, mustered his courage, and stepped forward.

"Human, leave at once. Do not disturb my secluded cultivation!"

However, a terrifying sword energy suddenly shot out from within the grotto. Before Jian Tongming could react, an extremely neat sword mark had been carved open beneath his feet.

Jian Tongming stared in some shock at the sword mark on the ground, where terrifying sword intent still lingered. The foot he had just stepped forward with subconsciously drew back.

"Hmph! With that little ability, you still dare come looking for me? You really don't know whether you're alive or dead!"

Another contemptuous cold snort