"Good!" Xiao Hua nearly applauded. Over nearly ten years of the Daoist cultivator war, he had seen all manner of sword cultivators, both real and false—some as cunning as Qin Jian and Guan Peng, some as strategic as Lu Ruochang and Ling Yunwu, some as reasonable as Gu Yu, and some as upright as Ji Ye. Yet those who truly upheld their principles and clung to the proper way of being human were indeed the Qi Peng before him—and Lian Xiaocao as well!
With people like this in the world, with enemies of such noble character, Xiao Hua did not feel lonely at all!
"You... are you all insane?!" Gao Dazhuang could scarcely believe it. He truly could not understand what the two were thinking. Jumping up, he shouted, "Take a good look! This is the great enemy of our Sword Domain! This Foundation Establishment disciple slaughtered Ling Yunwu and more than a dozen others from Lingfeng Sword Gate on Quanjin Mountain! This is the man who enraged Yu Ming into madness! This is the man who personally slew Qin Jian! This is the man who has killed who knew how many sword cultivators of our Sword Domain! And you... are just letting him go?"
"Who said we were letting him go?" Lian Xiaocao roared, lifting his spiked club. "I'm going to smash him to death beneath my spiked club right now!"
"That is right. Today, even if this old man must fight to the death... I will leave him here!" Yellow light flashed across Qi Peng's face, and strange ripples spread over his body as he spoke coldly.
"But... you... have no certainty of victory at all!" Gao Dazhuang was nearly in tears. "He even killed Qin Jian, an Illusion Sword Rank Three cultivator. If you fight him alone,