The Sword Emperor and his companions were terrified. Swallowing hard, the Sword Emperor forced a dry laugh. "Why must it be like this? As the saying goes, 'those who fight become friends.' Why don't we become friends instead?"
Wu Tian chuckled.
"What should we do?" Many from the northern sects had grown pale, licking their dry lips and whispering to those around them.
"I... How should I know?" The people nearby were also terrified, regretting their decision with every fiber of their being. They never would have imagined that in the Land of the South, there could be a young man who, despite his tender age, was as formidable as the fiercest of beasts. If things went south, they might all die here.
With this thought, they looked at Wu Tian's figure with complicated expressions. Their gazes then fell upon the Sword Emperor's back, placing all their hopes on him. They hoped the Sword Emperor would live up to his reputation: "Once his sword is drawn, all other swords submit."
