As the number one on the Earth Ranking and a renowned powerhouse across the land, Meng Jingxian had never been a hero. To him, the Yi Sword Sect was simply two words: responsibility.
He was the Yi Sword Sect's sect master, so he was responsible only for the Yi Sword Sect. He did not care about all living beings under heaven; the Yi Sword Sect was his living world.
Most of the time, Su Xin preferred to use schemes when he acted, because that allowed him to accomplish things with the least amount of effort.
Only when his own strength was enough to crush his opponent did Su Xin prefer to solve matters with absolute violence. Just as when he faced Yin Wuchang earlier—if a problem could be settled at a glance, there was naturally no need for so many plots and tricks.
But Meng Jingxian was different. He had only ever had one way of solving problems: the sword in his hand.
Looking at Xuan Ku, Meng Jingxian raised the sword in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Meng Jingxian of the Yi Sword Sect has come to seek Master Xuan Ku's guidance."
As his words fell, Meng Jingxian had already drawn his longsword—a dark blue blade carrying an endless, bone-chilling aura.
This was Meng Jingxian's personal sword, the top-grade Heavenly Weapon Flowing Cold Mist. It was said that in his early years, Meng Jingxian had traveled overseas, found a piece of exotic metal, and commissioned a Sword Forging master from Bashu Sword Pavilion to forge it.
Of course, no one's attention was on the sword now. Their eyes were all fixed on Meng Jingxian himself.
What allowed one to confront a True Martial Realm expert head-on while still in the Yang Spirit Realm was not Meng