Every one of them had their own stories.
Looking at those tablets and swords, Xu Qing's mind shook. He felt a spiritual impact spreading out from the hall and gushing into his mind.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear the shouts of countless Sword Holders before they died and saw countless white-clothed figures.
They had the human race behind them, so they would rather die in battle than take even a step back.
The shock became even more intense.
They laughed as they threw themselves to their deaths. They roared as they killed the enemies. Before they died, they shouted their oaths with no regrets.
"I'm willing to become a Sword Holder. I'm loyal to my duty and not afraid of sacrifice."
"I'm willing to become a Sword Holder. I will never betray the human race. I'm always prepared to fight."
"I'm willing to become a Sword Holder. I will fight for the human race and protect it."
