A glimmer of tears suddenly appeared in Duan Jian's fierce eyes, and even the hand gripping his sword trembled.
How many years had it been?
He had already lost count.
At last, he had avenged his parents.
Sikong Red Moon had died by his sword.
Next, he would kill even more members of the Silverwing Family!
Duan Jian, his towering frame like a mountain, approached Nie Li and dropped straight onto both knees.
"You gave me strength, letting me-you gave me strength, letting me slay my enemy with my own hands. I will never forget this kindness as long as I live. From this day onward, I, Duan Jian, pay my respects to you, Master."
Nie Li had not expected Duan Jian to acknowledge him as his master outright. After helping him up, he spoke.
"We can discuss the matter of serving me later. Right now, we still have a battle to fight."
Nie Li gazed outside. Hundreds of Silver-Armored Guards had already assembled, each carrying a spear, their ranks drawn up in formation. Their murderous eyes remained fixed on the two men at the hall's entrance.
"I will clear a path for you, Master."
Holding the Black Dragon Heaven-Burning Sword, Duan Jian stepped in front of Nie Li of his own accord, shielding him behind his mountain-like frame.
The corner of Nie Li's mouth twitched. Duan Jian was no match for him now.
He drew the Heavenfall Divine Thunder Sword and stood beside Duan Jian.
The two men and the formation of hundreds roared at the same time, "Kill!!!"
Heavenfall Divine Thunder Sword in hand, Nie Li resembled a thunder god descending upon the world. Bolt after bolt of lightning lashed out, as though to tear heaven and earth apart. The dozens of Gold Rank warriors charging toward him