Two black-robed swordsmen fell twitching to the ground, their bodies and spirits completely cleaved by sword qi. No miracle in the world of cultivation could bring them back to life.
They had gone back on their words.
They had previously promised Zhao Zihao that they would provide him with a dignified death before they themselves perished.
But they did not.
While the two men in black robes did not carry the title of Honored Elder like Mei Wangsu, they were genuine sword cultivators in the Integration Period. They were killed on the spot in just one confrontation, leaving the others terrified.
Zhao Zihao took a deep breath and quickly switched to his loyal patriot act, his eyes welling up with tears: "Great Elder, you've finally arrived. You don't know what dangers I've endured to protect the Iron Mountain Prison. I almost fell to the hands of these two."
"Who are you?"
"Great Elder, I am Zhao Zihao, I entered the Imperial Sect along with my master Wu Chengyi..."
