It seemed as if there was an endless torrent of Sword Qi swirling around He Jingming.
In a trance, it was like a towering mountain, wrapped with countless sword marks on the mountain.
Yet under the fluttering of He Jingming's sleeves, all were concealed perfectly, except for that Sword Qi which was impossible to hide, rising skyward with an overwhelming momentum.
Facing this person, Luo Wushuang could no longer turn his back on him.
He stepped back and glanced sidelong at He Jingming:
"You, Elder, have not left the Taiheng Sect in forty years. If you refrain from taking action today, you might still enjoy the rest of your days in peace.
"Why make things difficult for yourself?"
"Li Junmo and Guan Changying are the future of our Taiheng Sect. Your actions today cut short the prospects of our sect, an enmity unparalleled!
"As it seems now, these forty years of seclusion were meant for... to cut you down with a single strike!"
