"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Wu Tian appeared, declaring he would eliminate the Sword Emperor and his followers once and for all. The one hundred and eight generals were boiling with excitement, a mixture of shock and joy, and they all roared in unison.
"He said... he said he's going to kill us too?"
"What about safety in numbers? Doesn't he know the law can't punish a crowd?"
"He's going to kill all of us? This... how is this possible?"
The martial artists from the Northern sects and families were completely dumbfounded. They did not want to die here, nor had they ever anticipated they would. They certainly never imagined that the Sword Emperor, whose one sword strike commanded the submission of ten thousand blades, would be so fragile in Wu Tian's hands. Compared to Wu Tian, the Sword Emperor was like mud beneath the clouds.
The Sword Emperor tightly gripped his twin swords, Chengying and Xiaolian. His heart churned with shock, rage, and utter disbelief.
