The Hanging Mountain Sword Sect.
Because of the Hanging Mountain Sword Saint's presence, it had always been domineering.
At least in these southern lands, it was the most ostentatious of the Five Hegemons of the South.
Perhaps because the Hanging Mountain Sword Saint had frequently challenged both the righteous and demonic paths with his sword in his youth, everyone in the sect had come to rely on the same approach.
From the Nine Hanging Mountain Swords down to the disciples, whenever they traveled the martial world, they came out swinging, whether facing demonic fiends, renowned righteous sects, ordinary martial halls, or insignificant rogue cultivators.
Naturally, such conduct had caused no shortage of trouble.
Any other province-level martial sect would probably have been secretly besieged and destroyed.
That much was apparent from how the Hanging Mountain Sword Sect had borne the brunt of the demonic calamity in Lin'an and received particular attention.
"Pathetic."
Looking from afar at Tong Shaoxuan and the others' miserable state, Liu Qingzhi spoke bluntly, making no effort to conceal her disgust.
She might have had a one-track mind.
But she could still tell good from bad.
A few months ago, Tong Shaoxuan had come to the Two-East Region to test his sword, and immediately trampled on their Mountain Cloud School as a stepping stone.
He had even clamored about sparring with her junior brother.
What the hell was he?!
Then she turned and left, following Jiang Jingnian.
Even such an unrivaled prodigy's martial prowess was no match for heaven's decree.
And the Life-Severing Sword Lineage looks set to disappear entirely.
Jiang Nianci also turned away with a complicated expression.
Back in Jinling, this sword scion of the Hanging Mountain Sword Sect had repeatedly provoked her and Flamebane Manor.
Although they had found various excuses to refuse him