Zhang Song's voice was low. "She was framed, and you called her a traitor."
Demon-Suppressing Pass had stood for ten thousand years, with the Demon Race and the human race regarding each other as enemies.
Each had people hidden within the other.
This was nothing unusual.
The old man said gravely, "If there is more to this, Demon-Suppressing Pass will investigate it thoroughly. You say she was framed. Do you have evidence?"
Zhang Song raised his head. "Yes. I have conclusive evidence.
But you kept telling me to go back and wait for news. I waited twenty years, coming to Demon-Suppressing Pass three times over those years.
Sorry, I can't wait any longer."
His sword was already drawn. Today, old grievances would be settled.
"Who will face me!"
Zhang Song swung his sword.
The sounds of wind and thunder rang incessantly, and the sword light swelled ever larger like the rising sun.
An invisible pressure enveloped the entire area. Everyone's breath caught, their minds violently shaken.
Where the sword pointed, the wind and clouds changed color.
The old man's kindly expression abruptly changed, and a terrifying killing intent appeared in his eyes.
Amid its coldness was an arrogance that looked down upon all living beings.
His longsword left its sheath with a low hum.
The two waves of sword force collided.
Everyone present was retreating. They had no choice but to retreat.
The pressure of the two swords clashing was enough to suffocate them.
It was like a mountain pressing against their chests, a weight they could not withstand.
Clang... clang...
The longsword hit the ground with a thunderous boom.
The old man's arm shook, his blood surged, and his body shuddered.
He went tumbling backward.
"Form the formation!!" someone roared.
"Stop him!"
Regardless of who was right or wrong,