Lone Wanderer's words seemed to stab viciously into Yu Xianpo's heart.
The belief he had always held—that the Sword Clan were brothers bound by blood—seemed to crumble. So the Lone Wanderer of the past had been pretending all along; he had never regarded the other Sword Clan members as brothers.
At that moment, Lone Wanderer continued staring at the heavily bleeding Yu Xianpo...
"The Sword Shatter Emperor's six great inheritances are all on Sikong Jing, aren't they?"
"Yu Xianpo, obediently stop resisting and offer me your head. I guarantee that I won't harm anyone in Swordbreak City. I can even guarantee that I won't harm Sikong Jing."
"Otherwise, not even chickens or dogs will be left alive in Swordbreak City."
The moment he finished speaking... buzz!
Lone Wanderer's sword intent soared into the heavens, as though it were about to crush Swordbreak City's entire formation to pieces.
Seeing this, the grief-stricken and furious Yu Xianpo had already retreated to stand before Sikong Jing.
He forcibly suppressed the sorrow and rage in his heart and said in a low voice, "Brother Sikong, my injuries aren't as grave as they look. Brother Feather Transformation reminded me just now, so I managed to put up some defense at that instant."
"But I'm still no match for Lone Wanderer. We can only stall him for now."
"You leave first and join up with Senior Tian Peng."
At those words, Sikong Jing's entire body trembled slightly...
So Feather Transformation Emperor had not only reminded him, but Yu Xianpo as well.
That allowed Yu Xianpo to be on guard at the instant of the sneak attack. Though he still could not evade it, he had protected his vital points.
Thinking of this, Sikong Jing suddenly spoke in a soft voice...
"Brother Xianpo, don't be hasty yet..."