"But this time, Little Third's legs were crippled..."
"Do they really think that just because they have the Dragon Elephant True Sect from above backing them, they can crush my small School, break our bones, suck out the marrow, and devour us completely?"
Chen Hex caressed the broadsword on his back, his gaze lowered, seemingly filled with exhaustion.
In response, Duan Chenzhou stared at him for a moment.
"Then what do you plan to do?"
"The True Sect is applying pressure. If a 'Title' is being used to push this, it means some people are truly getting impatient. Their methods are becoming crude. Aren't they afraid the other surviving lineages will grieve for a fellow victim?"
"Giving the Sword Plaque to my disciple at a time like this... isn't that just diverting disaster his way?"
Chen Hex stood ramrod straight, like a blade himself. Watching as Ji Xiu condensed his Sword Intent, he said only:
"This Sword Plaque... it cannot be given to anyone in this world."
"But..."
