The Pavilion Master's words made all the Elders fall silent. Not a single one of them spoke up to offer consolation, and even fewer stood up for Xu Lai.
Although they disliked Deng Xiaoyao, who had left the Sword Tomb with the Demon Sword, he was, after all, a member of the Penglai Sword Pavilion. Upon hearing the news of Deng Xiaoyao's death, their dissatisfaction vanished in an instant, replaced by a faint loathing for Xu Lai. They favored kinship over reason; that was their principle.
"I used to wield a sword myself," Xu Lai said calmly. "Showing off your sword skills in front of me? You're far too green for that."
"Ridiculous," Xu Chen narrowed his eyes and mocked. "The true path of swordsmanship belongs to our Penglai. This is the Sacred Ground of Sword Cultivators. To arrive in our Holy Lands and not kneel or bow, to speak such arrogant words, is an act of great disrespect."
"Killing you today is carrying out Heaven's will."
