"You... killed my master!"
Meng Xian was terrified, as though he had fallen into an ice cellar. Even in his wildest dreams, he had never imagined these sword cultivators would be so vicious, killing his master the moment they struck.
Chen Changming frowned slightly as well.
Wasn't the Nine Heavens Sword Sect supposed to pride itself on being a righteous and prestigious sect? How could they slaughter innocents so recklessly?
The master had only intervened after seeing you bully his disciple, yet you took his life the instant you attacked?!
This was no different from the demonic path and evil sects.
Having cultivated for hundreds of years, Chen Changming had seen much of the world. He knew that those so-called righteous and prestigious sect members were often rotten to the core, no different from demonic cultivators.
"Your master dared lay hands on my junior brother. Shouldn't he be killed?" The second-level Golden Core disciple of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect smiled coldly.
A flying sword shot in from beyond the wall and pierced straight through Meng Xian's chest.
"You seem like quite the filial boy, so go down and keep your master company." The second-level Golden Core disciple burst into loud laughter.
At the same time.
A thud came from the rear courtyard, as though someone had fallen to the ground.
Chen Changming's heart turned cold.
This Nine Heavens Sword Sect disciple had sent out a flying sword, first slicing through the neck of the temple master, Li Liang. Then, using the same trick, he slit Han Jiang's throat as well. When the flying sword returned, it pierced through Meng Xian's chest in one stroke.
One sword, three lives.
As for why they had not attacked him, perhaps it was because his cultivation was too low—merely third-level Foundation Establishment. Besides,