If You Won't Give Me Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin, This Ultimate Art Will Be Lost

Wuming was stunned. He had clearly come here as a senior of the martial world to warn Lin Lang, his junior, against acting recklessly, so how had Lin Lang turned around and started telling him what to do?

He merely wanted to ensure the peaceful development of the martial world and let a hundred flowers bloom among its various schools and sects. What was wrong with that?

If only the Sun Moon Holy Cult remained under heaven, could the Martial Dao still advance?

He was thinking of the Jianghu's welfare. How was that meddling?

Besides, even if Jian Chen suffered cultivation deviation someday, how would he end up suffering for it?

Wuming could not help continuing his persuasion. "Lin Lang, the legacies of so many Jianghu sects have already died out. If this continues, the Martial Dao will decline as a whole. What will become of the Jianghu?"

"I only came to warn you not to stray down the wrong path and bring catastrophe upon the Jianghu. Why are you so hostile toward me?"

Lin Lang looked at Wuming with a smile. "What I hate most is self-righteous people like you. Does something have to be right just because you think it is?"

"If martial artists from foreign lands invade the Central Plains, I'll naturally deal with them. Certain people don't need to worry themselves over nothing."

"What, do you think my martial arts aren't strong enough?"

Wuming paused, but had to admit, "Your martial arts are very strong."

He had only sensed a trace of Lin Lang's aura, and believed Lin Lang was not yet as powerful as he was. Yet the clash between Lin Lang and the other two had been able to shatter the void, which made him question his own perception.

Had Lin Lang concealed his