"Hmph." Xue Chong snorted coldly. Intimidated by Cang Yuan's furious glare, he said no more. Qu Jianchong opened his mouth, but he too remained silent.
"Fellow Daoists, if you wish to perish here, I will not stop you. You may continue debating, or even fight it out! Let us see whose words are right!" Lu Ruochang said coldly. "However, if you wish to break this formation, pass safely through the Sword Tomb, and lure the cultivators into our sword formation once more, then... you must follow my command!"
For a moment, the dozen or so people all fell silent.
"I am deeply ashamed. I never expected that after reaching the Sword Tomb, everything arranged beforehand would change because of certain accidents, and because of my own caution!" Lu Ruochang continued. "But you must understand that we have not reached the end yet. We are still far from being driven to the edge of a cliff! Moreover, I must tell you this: even if all of us perish here, we absolutely will not lose this great battle, and we will surely render great service to the Sword Domain! All the warriors of the Sword Domain will rise in solemn respect for our achievements!"
"Of course, we are now trapped in danger, but we must still fight our way out of this formation, because the ones who laugh last will be us swordsmen—not those cultivators, foolish as Jura Beasts!" Lu Ruochang rallied them again. "The sword formation we have prepared for years lies not far ahead. Don't you want to see them fall into it?"
"Sword Friend Lü, there is no need to say any more of this..." Jian Jianli of the Flowing Sword Sect, also an Illusion Sword Second Rank swordsman, said with a bitter smile. "How could we not understand