Sharp Gold's Stern Slaughter!
A Stern Slaughter Intent permeated the grand hall.
Dozens of Flying Swords crisscrossed the air like deep-sea Swimming Fish, shrieking as they tore through the space in an endless series of collisions.
Amidst the flying sparks, all the furnishings were shattered to pieces.
"Kan Feichen!"
A man shouted:
"The Sword Sect of today is a far cry from what it once was. The four halls don't even have a single True Man among them. If you submit to the Demon Exorcism Hall, their Hall Master has promised to help your Sword Sect raise a True Man within ten years."
"Why must you be so stubborn?"
"Bullshit!" a sturdy, bearded old man with disheveled, long hair roared in fury:
"Have a Soul Talisman embedded in my Sea of Consciousness and spend my life as that Hall Master's Puppet? I would rather die!"
"You, surnamed Guo! You killed my beloved disciple and brought ruin to my Sharp Gold Hall. Today, either you die or I do!"
