Slaughter the Sect, wipe out its lineage!
Such a casual statement, spoken by a young man who looked more like a student on a spring outing, carried a strong sense of unreality.
The two Sword Sect disciples even thought they had misheard.
But they would have no chance to ask again.
SWISH!
A Sword Light flashed from its sheath, circling nimbly around their necks. Two heads promptly fell, and the stench of blood instantly alerted the Upper Profound Sword Sect.
"Who's there?!"
"What scoundrel dares trespass against our Sword Sect?!"
Streams of Sword Light rose from all over Profound Sword Mountain, their owners' voices a mixture of shock and fury. But the next second, their cries were choked off in their throats.
