Su Shi'er's voice rang out, and Takeda and the other six had their pupils violently contract, their faces turning pale as snow in an instant.
"Fellow Daoist, wh-what do you mean by that? Surely you do not intend to go back on your word?"
"Go back on my word? Su made it perfectly clear just now. The next time we meet, do not blame me for showing no mercy!"
Su Shi'er let out a cold laugh and once more urged the Sword Art in his hand.
Amid a humming roar that tore through the air, the three Flying Swords—Taichu, Taishi, and Taisu—shot forth through the void.
The Sword Light was fierce, carrying boundless Sword Intent, surging like raging torrents and a stampede of ten thousand horses.
In the blink of an eye, they arrived before Takeda and the other six.
Cold gleams pressed upon their lives. The seven hastily circulated their cultivation, intending to block the attack, but the Flying Swords were far too sharp, their force impossible to resist!
"Fellow Daoist, if you strike us down, you will never obtain the cultivation resources we promised before!"
In his haste, Takeda did not bother begging for mercy. His expression grave, he stared at Su Shi'er and spoke at once.
At this moment, the only thing he could think of was using cultivation resources to make the other party hesitate.
"They are merely a few cultivation resources. Su does not care for them."
Su Shi'er snorted coldly, Killing Intent soaring in his eyes.
Before the others could speak or add anything further, the Flying Swords transformed into myriad blades, and overwhelming Killing Intent descended upon them.
In terms of cultivation and strength, the seven had already been inferior to Su Shi'er.
They had promised an enormous amount of cultivation resources earlier,