A group of Sword Heirs sent their fighting spirit soaring into the heavens. The sight of the Great Sun Sword Heir filled them with boundless fighting spirit and murderous intent.
At the same time, a few Sword Heirs quietly lowered their heads and retreated.
How strong the whetstone was, whether it was fit for use, and whether they needed to flee—these were all core secrets of the Sword Dao Immortal Order, each with its own mysteries.
In an instant, the space erupted.
It was filled with the Sword Heirs' longing and murderous intent. Any creature with a weaker soul would have had that soul snuffed out the moment it entered.
"You all have fighting spirit enough to pierce the heavens."
"You rejoice at the sight of an enemy. You truly are sword cultivators of the human race."
The Big Dipper Holy Maiden felt a surge of discomfort as she watched the Sword Heirs stare at Tu Shan. "But why, on this endless starry battlefield, have you retreated step by step, appeasing and compromising again and again? Why has the radiance of your swordsmanship never appeared?"
"Do your swords only show their edge against other humans?"
"Was that the original purpose of a human sword cultivator?"
The place fell silent at once.
The Sword Heirs who had been brimming with fighting spirit said nothing. Gradually, they reined in both their fighting spirit and their murderous intent.
Weak and appeasing toward outsiders, yet burning for battle against their own.
It was indeed a disgrace, especially before a sword cultivator who had just returned from the battlefield against alien races after penetrating deep into their heartland and killing an alien Dao Child.
"Oh?"
Jiang Ding stared at the Big Dipper Holy Maiden, somewhat angry.
I...
The Big Dipper Holy Maiden's breath caught, and