Wei Jiuling was slain in an instant. Both sides were momentarily stunned; even Zhao Wunian and Gongsun Yun had not quite reacted, as if they could scarcely believe the power they had unleashed was so great.
But then they moved to Su Xin's side, assuming stances as though ready to strike at any moment.
Two were already dead, but there were still four more here. If they killed all four, the Blood Fiend Sword Formation, condensed from the blood of all six, might be enough to break that formation. It would probably be close enough, at any rate. If not, they could simply kill a few more.
In the past, Zhao Wunian and Gongsun Yun would never have believed that beings of the same True Martial Realm could be killed so easily.
But now that two had already died, their mindsets had undergone a certain change.
Su Xin looked at Chen Xuanzong and said indifferently, "Chen Xuanzong, I told you already. The Jianghu of today is no longer the Jianghu you knew before. Since you chose to live in seclusion, you should have kept a low profile. Yet you insisted on sticking your neck out for someone else. Now that you've fallen halfway down the road, did you ever imagine such an ending?"
Chen Xuanzong's expression darkened. Wei Jiuling's death had indeed dealt him a tremendous blow.
The two of them were both True Martial Realm experts, and more importantly, Wei Jiuling, like him, was a reclusive martial artist of the previous generation. Yet how long had it been since he entered the Jianghu? And he had already been slain. This was far too different from what they had imagined, so it was no wonder Chen Xuanzong found it hard to accept.
Mo Wuwei frowned deeply. If Chen Xuanzong was