Tu'an Li, a dignified Current Era True Lord, was actually left speechless by Jiang Wang's scolding for a time.
Killing intent churned in his heart, yet he did not dare truly make a move against Jiang Wang.
True Lords indeed could not be lightly insulted—but what rank and dignity did the marquises and dukes of a hegemonic state lack?
The Sword Pavilion was not some organization like Equality State, lurking in the shadows. It had a home, an inheritance, and a mountain gate that had stood mighty for thirty thousand years.
He, the Heartless Sword Master Tu'an Li, could go anywhere under heaven, but the Sword Pavilion could not follow him away.
It was still the same point—when facing the Marquis of Wu'an of Qi State, the Sword Pavilion had to observe rules and reason.
But speaking of rules, Jiang Wang and Sikong Jingxiao had fought fairly, yet Sikong Jingxiao's master had suddenly jumped out to lecture someone from on high. What kind of rule was that?
Tu'an Li was choked into silence. Across the entire mountain-platform plaza, no one else was qualified to speak.
Everyone had the right to represent themselves. Everyone could stake their own honor and disgrace as a wager. In a Sword Pavilion this vast, there was certainly no lack of people who feared not death.
But who could represent the Sword Pavilion and, at this moment, say "we refuse no challenger" to the Marquis of Wu'an, who represented the Great Qi Empire?
The imperial court of Great Xia, which had ruled ten thousand li of territory—the warning from its downfall was not far away!
Little Chu Yao looked up at his master's back, feeling that this upright figure stood taller even than Tianmu Mountain!
At this moment, a calm voice descended as though returning from