Xiao Chen's words fell, and he looked towards his third disciple, Jian Jinghong.
"The Sword seeks the straight path, disdaining the twisted; in cultivating Swordsmanship, it reveals its sharpness without cover."
This is Xiao Chen's third disciple, Jian Jinghong!
"Disciple obeys, I will surely annihilate the foreign races and unify Xuanling City!"
The Iron Sword on his back let out a faint hum, as if responding to its master. A moment later, Jian Jinghong stood up and said to Xiao Chen with a deep voice.
Xiao Chen nodded. The Swordsmanship made his disciple seem somewhat cold; every gesture was like a drawn sword, ready to strike. Even now, sipping tea before Xiao Chen, he still held himself as straight as a sword, rooted in the ground.
Then Xiao Chen's gaze shifted to his fourth disciple, Xiong Sheng, who was now very tall. In terms of stature alone, among the brothers, he was the largest; and he had inherited the Purple Gold Battle Body that Xiao Chen himself had practiced.
