Although everyone knew that to stabilize a chaotic world, there needed to be only one voice, nobody wanted to be the voice that was eliminated and erased, whether it was the aggressive Mysterious Mechanism Pavilion or the defensively retreating Seven Profound Sect.
Of course, to Chen Mu, these were not critical issues, even if Mysterious Mechanism Pavilion shared his ideology, planned against him, and trampled over his bottom line. No matter how much it was for the sake of stabilizing the chaotic world, they would still face the sword in his hand!
Thud, thud, thud.
Situ Shu, carrying a broadsword exuding traces of cold air, stepped forward; with each step, a piece of frost formed in the void beneath his feet, and the temperature within several dozen feet around him plummeted, as if falling into a chilling deep autumn.
