Someone's sword behind their back was itching to leap free.
"Perfect. I'll test my sword as well."
As soon as the first disciple spoke, more people within the hall had their eyes light up with strange brilliance.
The sight of prey delighted the hunter; the sight of swords delighted them.
Someone was the first to lose patience.
One man stepped forward, gripping a heavy wooden sword.
Another emerged from the ranks with an icy longsword on his back, cold air swirling around him.
"I have a sword. Let us see whether it can overturn this rain-filled sky!"
"Junior Brother, I too have a sword. Can it slay the rain?"
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
Countless streams of Sword Qi suddenly erupted at once.
No one paid any more attention to the discussion of the Dao upon the platform.
No matter how they sat and discoursed on the Dao, it could not compare to the sword in their hands!
Whether it was good or not, whether it worked or not, whether it was right or not—there was no need for words, no need to listen. They would fight first and speak later!
Even Tan Tianci, who had joined only recently, had come from the lower realm. When he had been targeted, he too had felt indignation in his heart.
Yet as he sensed this scene, countless sword lights gathered in majestic splendor, blooming with radiance and threatening to overturn the vast curtain of rain. For a time, it made people forget those petty schemes and ghostly tricks.
"The Sword Lineage."
Swords flew forth as one.
There was no need to be of one heart, nor was there any need for countless calculations. When they saw the sword intent within that curtain of rain, the Sword Lineage disciples holding swords could not pretend they