"Two words: kill someone!"
Chu Kuangren spoke indifferently.
At his words, Jian Wuwei's expression changed. "Fellow Daoist Chu, surely the person you want to kill isn't someone from my Sword Clan!"
"Correct!"
"Heh, I call you a fellow Daoist because we are both cultivators from Firmament Star. Don't spit on the face I'm giving you!"
Jian Wuwei's tone was icy.
He had come before him to kill someone from the Sword Clan.
Whatever the reason, he could not possibly stand by and watch.
"Oh, your Sword Clan cares about face too?"
Chu Kuangren scoffed, then fixed his gaze on Jian Que behind Jian Wuwei. He said coldly, "I saved your life. Now I've decided to take it back."
As his words fell, Kunwu left its sheath at his waist. A chilling streak of Purple Sword Light howled forth, brimming with killing intent and overwhelming power!
Jian Que's expression changed drastically. "Sword Venerable, save me!"
Without needing him to say it, Jian Wuwei had already acted. A black longsword suddenly appeared in his hand.
He slashed, and Emperor Qi intertwined with Dao Patterns as it hurtled toward the Purple Sword Light.
With a thunderous crash, the two streaks of sword light exploded, tearing rifts through the surrounding void. Countless cracks appeared in the ground as well.
Holding Kunwu, Chu Kuangren looked at Jian Wuwei with an icy gaze and said indifferently, "He repaid kindness with betrayal. Are you going to stop me from killing him?"
"Explain yourself."
"Heh, I saved him, yet he told two Blood Tribe Heavenly Venerables where Yin Honghua and I were. Tell me, does he deserve to die?!"
"Is what he said true?"
Jian Wuwei turned toward Jian Que and asked coldly.
"Sword Venerable, don't listen to his nonsense. He's always been at odds with our Sword