"He... killed One-Eye?!"
In the third-floor hall of the Faceless Tower, once the warrior monk occupying the Second Seat saw clearly the head Xu Taiping held, his domineering Aura Fluctuation erupted with a boom, and horror spread across his face.
"Are you certain that's One-Eye?"
The First Seat asked the Second Seat, his expression dark.
"It's him."
The Second Seat nodded emphatically.
"Judging by what Wumei just said, One-Eye worked in the shadows while he operated in the open. They were each other's trump card against unforeseen trouble. Now that Xu Taiping has discovered him so quickly, could Xu Taiping really have someone behind him skilled in aura-reading and divination..."
Zhu Ling, the Third Seat, trailed off.
"It isn't over yet!"
The Second Seat interrupted her, then told the First Seat with absolute conviction:
"Even if One-Eye is dead, the Thunder God Vine poison has already taken effect, and the Eight-Branched Cloud-Swallowing Python has opened its demon domain. Wumei and his helpers only need to deal with Xu Taiping. Their chances of victory are still very high!"
Many of the Nine Seats voiced their agreement.
Judging solely by their apparent fighting strength, Wumei's side currently held an overwhelming advantage.
"The Cloud-Swallowing Python cannot act right now, because the moment it does, Qingxuan's Sect Master can activate the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation. Even the Cloud-Swallowing Python might not withstand a mountain-protecting, enemy-repelling formation passed down by such an ancient sect."
Zhu Ling, the Third Seat, shook her head with a frown.
"So there is only one path before Wumei now: defeat Xu Taiping and win this Sword Inquiry. If anything goes wrong, I will have no choice but to report this to those above."
The white-haired old man occupying the First Seat spoke gravely.
Clearly, he was deeply dissatisfied with the current