Profound Sun and Withered Bamboo faced off, and the remaining Sect leadership unknowingly split into two factions, gathering behind each side.
"Good, good, good!"
Profound Sun said menacingly, "Withered Bamboo, I've always held you in high regard, even agreeing with you on matters concerning the Young Sect Leader, yet you force me to my death."
"If that's the case, there's nothing more to say."
Before he finished speaking, he had already drawn his sword with a clang, holding a token in his left sleeve. It was left by the founder and could harness the power of the Cyan Cloud Peak Divine Sword, unleashing a terrifying power of slaughter.
Clang!
Sword light pierced the sky, cold glints suddenly appearing.
Thud!
A blood-drenched head fell to the ground.
It all happened too fast, leaving the other First Seat Elders either hesitant, frightened, or wavering, and in that fleeting moment, a head had rolled onto the ground.
