"Disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, follow this ancestor to the Nine Heavens Hall and slay all its rebels!" another icy growl resounded.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
In an instant, figures shot out from the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, heading toward the silhouette at its summit.
A man in a blue shirt hesitated. "This..." he stammered, before gritting his teeth and shouting, "Ancestor of the Sword!"
THUD!
However, once he got a clear look at the silhouette's appearance, the man instantly fell to his knees.
"The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion... should not be under your control! The rules should be guarded by us old-timers. It's not your place to hold the reins! Your ambition is destined to doom this pavilion!" the elder growled, trembling.
