The other companions also straightened their backs, gripping their longswords tightly. In despair, their former reverence for the Holy Master was gone. They were driven to live or die.
"Make your move. As Holy Court Disciples, we should not be at the mercy of others." The Holy Master slightly bowed, giving everyone a standard swordsman's bow, showing them his final respect.
Without excess words, with a clear whistle, everyone joined forces to attack the Holy Master. Over a hundred sword lights intertwined, emanating countless star lights.
The Holy Master gazed at them, slowly drawing out that ancient longsword.
At this scene, a sense of pride involuntarily arose in everyone's hearts. No matter what, being able to make the Holy Master draw his sword was an honor. Even if they died in battle, it was enough to fill them with pride.
"Buzz…" The sword energy surged into the sky, and heaven and earth changed color.
