Bai Feiyu's warm voice rang out again. This time, however, the hundreds of Questioning Sword Peak disciples facing him gripped their swords tightly, no longer daring to draw them.
After the atmosphere reached a stalemate.
Chunyang Zi, who had been sitting there silently with his eyes closed, slowly opened them, looked toward the high platform, and cupped his hands. "Sect Master, Questioning Sword Peak has no objections to the list drawn up by the Holy Son!"
Like eggplants wilted by frost, the Questioning Sword Peak disciples carried the unconscious Zhou Sheng back to Chunyang Zi's side. Two different sword cultivators from the same peak had each single-handedly challenged all of Questioning Sword Peak in the same fashion.
Could Questioning Sword Peak really still be considered the strongest gathering of sword cultivators in the Azure Cloud Sect?
Looking at his disciples' ashen faces, Chunyang Zi immediately rebuked them loudly. "From the moment you began practicing the sword, you should have known how numerous and how powerful the sword cultivators under heaven are! Don't think being sword cultivators of the Azure Cloud Sect's Questioning Sword Peak gives you the right to hold everyone else beneath your notice! Beyond the heavens are higher heavens, and beyond any person is someone greater! If you cannot even acknowledge this defeat, do you still deserve to be called sword cultivators? Are you worthy of the swords in your hands?"
Hearing their master's rebuke, the Questioning Sword Peak disciples lowered their heads in shame and cupped their hands to Chunyang Zi, accepting his instruction.
"Go pay your respects to that senior brother. He was the one who taught you this lesson, and on my behalf, he also gave you arrogant brats a proper dressing-down!" Chunyang Zi rebuked them again.
The Questioning Sword Peak disciples exchanged glances, defiance