Jiang Ding was truly angry.
Cultivators killing each other, for Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, for grudges and grievances, today you kill me, tomorrow I kill him, each engulfed in their chaos without any justice to speak of.
As long as they don't slaughter mortals on a large scale, don't betray the interests of their race, don't use humans as cultivation resources.
There's nothing to say, it's all about one's own ability.
But this kind of act, which destroys the foundation of the Sword Dao, was something he utterly abhorred.
This was digging at his very root!
Perhaps, right now, a future Sword Dao genius, who could have enlightened him, had died, potentially delaying his own cultivation time by years or even decades. To whom could he complain?
Only when the Sword Dao prospers!
When elites and outstanding talents emerge one after another, only the strongest at the apex of the Sword Dao can venture further.
"Stay calm..."
"Stay calm."
