Ye Lin Rushes Over

The Sword Venerable gazed at the wooden sword in his hand, his eyes filled with nostalgia. This sword was precisely the weapon that had made his name. Back then, he had relied on this very sword to slaughter heaven and earth, carving his way up through endless killing.

"Old friend, we meet again."

The Sword Venerable's gaze was gentle as he lightly stroked Wooden Fish's blade. Wooden Fish trembled faintly, as though responding to him.

"Old friend, this may be the last time we fight side by side."

As soon as the Sword Venerable finished speaking, the wooden sword in his hand let out a sword cry that rang through heaven and earth, overflowing with incomparably dense killing intent.

"Xu'er, take the others and leave. Go to Nameless Mountain."

Gripping the wooden sword, the Sword Venerable spoke softly to Jian Xu at his side.

Jian Xu's expression changed drastically at those words. Why did they sound so wrong? It was as though the Sword Venerable were giving his final instructions.

"Martial Ancestor."

"Go."

The Sword Venerable snorted coldly. Jian Xu's face filled with sorrow, and he turned and left.

The Sword Venerable held Wooden Fish as he stared at the old man before him. His old injuries had flared up; he was no match for this old man at all. All he needed to do now was stall him long enough for Jian Xu to bring everyone to Nameless Mountain.

Only once they reached Nameless Mountain would they truly be safe, and only then would Divine Sword City's inheritance truly be preserved.

"Don't worry. If you were at your peak, I might have had a bit of a toothache dealing with you. But now? One move. Just one move, and I can kill you."

The old man instantly understood the