If You Have the Guts, Then Make Your Move

Ye Li's calm voice fell like icicles striking the ground, shattering the dying embers of silence across the square.

The four words "felt average" rang with naked contempt over the ruin-strewn ground, lashing fiercely across the face of every Sword Sect disciple and elder.

The shattered stones and dust had yet to fully settle when Zhou Qingyan's figure at the center of the deep pit was already a complete wreck.

The Xuanming Sword Master, once as proud as a lotus atop a snowy mountain, now had a breath as faint as a guttering candle in the wind. Only the unconscious twitching of her body proved that she was still alive.

That once peerlessly cold and beautiful face was swollen, bruised, and smeared with blood, utterly stripped of all radiance and dignity. Her Selfless Sword Heart, once her greatest pride, had long since been crushed to pieces beneath pure, overwhelming violence.

Countless Sword Sect disciples were stunned beyond all measure.

The representatives of the various mountain sects were equally dumbfounded. They had not even had time to process the rapidly shifting situation before the Boy in Black, the deputy general who had clearly been at a disadvantage, suddenly erupted and pinned the formerly unruffled Zhou Qingyan to the ground for a savage beating!

"Ye Li!!!"

From atop the third-tier platform came a roar laden with shock and furious rage!

The Sword Sect Old Ancestor's beard and hair flared wildly, his eyes nearly splitting apart!

The terrifying sword intent that had once been restrained as deep as an abyss could no longer be contained, erupting like a volcano that had lain dormant for ten thousand years!

The entire sacred mountain of the Sword Sect trembled violently. The mountain itself groaned beneath the strain as countless phantoms of incomparably sharp Sword Qi gathered