"Young warrior, please, those are our weapons!"
"Young warrior, you can't do this to us! What would become of us without our weapons?"
"That's right, I don't even use a sword, it's just an iron rod! The Sword Spirit wouldn't have any need for an iron rod!"
"That's true. Mine was just an iron baton, why did you have to take it too?"
At that moment, the place was abuzz with clashing noises. Some were upset and crying, some were in fiery fits of rage, whilst a small number of people smiled cynically.
The three cultivators who had obtained the ancients swords suddenly rushed towards Xu Que and surrounded him with sharp murderous intent obvious on their faces.
"Give me back my sword, you bastard!"
"And mine!"
"Return my two swords!"
...….
Xu Que stood there nonchalantly and folded his hands in front of his chest.
