Lu Qingshan gazed at the image of the cultivators from Northern River Border bowing towards him, a strange feeling arising in his heart.
In this world, there is no one who must die by reason.
Yet there are always those who must stand up when the tide surges.
He returned to Northern River Border simply because this was a responsibility that the Young Sect Leader of the Sword Sect should shoulder.
But when Lu Qingshan saw the performance of the cultivators from Northern River Border, he couldn't suppress a feeling that what he was doing was worthwhile.
Three life-bound swords had already flown back to him, wandering around him, their sword light agile like three dragons.
A heavy murderous intent seeped out from Lu Qingshan's bones.
"Those who violate our Human Race's stronghold, die!" Lu Qingshan raised his right hand, and the three long swords roared out.
The three life-bound swords took on the momentum of flying swords, crossing through the sky dome.
