Hearing Murong Xuan's words, the killing intent in Chu Kuangren's eyes gradually subsided, but the murderous aura still swirling around him remained chilling!
With a wave of his hand, he gathered all the precious swords into the Sword Box.
"The Murong Family's swords are quite good. I'll take them for my own use."
Chu Kuangren spoke indifferently.
In one go, he had made off with three hundred and forty-one of the Murong Family's precious swords.
The Murong Family Head spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot. Those were the most valuable, highest-quality swords in the Murong Family!
There were even several Saint Swords among them!
And Chu Kuangren had simply taken them away!
But what could they do?
Chu Kuangren had slain two Saints in succession. Who would dare say no?
After finishing all this, Chu Kuangren and the Second Ancestor of the Mystic Heaven Sect returned to the Mirage Tower, but they did not sail away.
Instead, it remained suspended above the Murong Family, like an ancient behemoth that might devour someone at any moment, leaving everyone trembling with fear.
"Why hasn't he left yet?"
"Hasn't he killed enough?"
The members of the Murong Family exchanged looks, their faces filled with terror.
To their relief, however, although the Mirage Tower hovered overhead, there were no major movements from it.
Aboard the Mirage Tower.
Chu Kuangren was examining Murong Xuan's injuries. External wounds and damage to his meridians were relatively easy to deal with; a single Spring Wind Transforming Rain Technique could swiftly heal them all. The troublesome part was the damage to his Spirit Ruins.
"Sect Leader, I'm already a cripple. Why trouble yourself over me?" Murong Xuan said with a bitter smile.
Even a Grandmaster Pill Refiner would be helpless against an injury to the Spirit