Ordinary words, spoken as if to discuss what to eat today.
"Slit my throat for you to watch?"
The dark-skinned Xiahou Gang, feeling a bitter resolve, coldly said, "You, a sword cultivator, cower and dare not show your face, having already cut off your own path. What right do you have to demand our suicide?"
"Kill!"
Over a hundred years of cultivation and tempering had turned their hearts to iron, so even in such dire straits they chose not to flee but formed a five-person sword formation and launched an attack.
In an instant, sword qi filled the sky; five flying swords shone brilliantly, carrying intentions of flame, sharpness, and weight, suppressing the young man in green like a cage.
Clang!
Azure sword-light unsheathed, and in a flicker, four men and their flying swords paused, dazed, frozen in place.
Then, a gust of wind blew by.
"No... it's not possible..."
A Mysterious Heavenly swordsman who had grasped the sharp sword intent uttered hoarsely.
