Although the disciples of the great sects each harbored their own thoughts, many Sword Talents from small and middling Sword Sects felt a strong sense of belonging to the Chang'an Sword Cultivation Academy. Over the past several days, the Sword Sects visiting to exchange techniques, whether ill-intentioned or not, had mostly come well prepared. The Sword Academy stood here like a wooden training dummy: after beating it up, its opponents carried off experience and fame. They practically took whatever they pleased.
The Kunlun Sunlit Palace was the worst offender. Many Sword Talents were angry, but the Sword Academy was loosely organized to begin with, making it difficult to unite. And their opponents truly were powerful. They had been forced to swallow one humiliation after another these past few days. Had Jiang Yiner not stepped forward, the Sword Talents of this year would truly have lost all face.
They really had not expected such an imperious declaration: "Who do you think you're impressing, showing off at the Sword Cultivation Academy?"
It was directed not at some Jianghu Rogue Cultivator or obscure little sect, but at a sacred Sword Gate of the Middle Twelve-the Kunlun Sunlit Palace, with two of its leading pillars standing right here.
Who had not entered this academy's gates full of pride? How could those words fail to stir their hearts?
Xu Wensang probably realized he had stood frozen for too long. He raised his eyes and said coldly, "Since it is Young Hero Pei himself... allow me to learn from you."
Of course he could no longer retreat and avoid the fight. Otherwise, Yannri Palace really would become a laughingstock.
Drawing a deep breath, he slowly unsheathed his sword. As he gripped that cold, heavy piece of iron, a sense of solidity returned to his heart.
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