Su Xin arrived carrying Cen Weizhuang's head. What people found hardest to accept was the sight of the Qingcheng Sword Sect members.
The Qingcheng Sword Sect actually had nothing to do with the Nine-Layer Sword Pavilion. Its roots lay in the Daoist tradition.
It was precisely because of this that the Qingcheng Sword Sect wanted to make up for its shortcomings in the way of the sword. That was why they had sent Cen Weizhuang, a Yang Spirit Realm powerhouse, to the Nine-Layer Sword Pavilion to compete, hoping to find a sufficiently powerful Ancient Sword Canon to make up for their sect's deficiencies.
But now, Cen Weizhuang of the Yang Spirit Realm was dead, two of their three Soul Fusion Realm experts had perished, and nearly half of their Spirit Transformation Realm fighters had been killed—a full seventeen people.
The Qingcheng Sword Sect's losses this time were even greater than during their battle against the Seven Killings Demonic Palace, one of the Nine Prisons Demonic Sects. More importantly, all of it had happened because of one person: Su Xin!
A Spirit Transformation Realm fighter had actually left the Qingcheng Sword Sect, one of the Five Sword Sects, severely weakened. Out in the wider world, such a thing would have sounded like a joke.
But that joke had become reality. Su Xin held Cen Weizhuang's head in one hand and gave the Qingcheng Sword Sect fighters a chilling smile. They shuddered and turned to flee!
They could no longer afford to worry about how great the Qingcheng Sword Sect's losses were. If they didn't run now, the sect's losses would only grow worse.
Su Xin moved, and in an instant he was before one of the fighters. He swept out one hand, unleashing countless streaks of sword energy that shredded the