"The mortal world is no pure land; mortals suffer a thousand woes. All are travelers in the red dust-who among them deserves pity? Merciless wine fills the cup; no beloved meets the eye. Having seen every towering dream of the red dust, having tasted all the suffering of the mortal world."
Sword Slave walked forward, chanting a few verses of a song he had heard somewhere.
Three of the six Martial Warriors had already died in battle. Only Qian Menghu, the white-haired old Martial Warrior, and a burly man whose solid Gang Qi rang like iron remained!
A three-foot sword emitting Five-Colored Rainbow Light finally appeared in Sword Slave's hand. Radiance flowed endlessly over its blade, so dazzling that no one dared look straight at it.
The Great Martial Artists' fists and feet had left solid marks on Sword Slave's body. His left shoulder sat slightly crooked-the third Great Martial Artist to fall had broken it with a headbutt just before dying!
His topknot had also come undone, his black hair spilling loose. His eyes were filled with blood-red slaughterlust...
Lü Bufan had easily driven back and injured several young disciples and the Third Miss. By now, the Sword-Nurturing Platform had actually manifested above his head, its phantom image guarding him as he stood ready.
The three Martial Warriors' auras had reached their peaks. Gang Qi blazed and surged upward like fierce flames, actually displaying faint extraordinary manifestations above their heads!
Sword Slave stared above their heads and grinned. "As expected, the blood and qi of half-step Seventh Realm Martial Warriors can already reveal a little of the laws of the Martial Dao... worth it. This trip was truly worth it!"
"Enough nonsense! If another day comes, I swear I will never rest until either I or your Taihua Sect