The Firewood Cutting Saber was finally unsheathed.
Having drunk its fill of blood, the Firewood Cutting Saber had grown ever more sinister. It glinted with a scarlet light in the moonlight—it was clearly a demonic blade!
This blood wasn't just Bai Yuan's own. It was also Han Tie's, Wu Xin's, Liu Hanshan's... Huang Pizi's... and that of countless wild beasts.
And so, this strike was strong.
A step back, a horizontal slash!
CLANG!
A crisp sound rang out.
Liu Jiuyan stared at the broken blade spinning through the air, his pupils constricting violently.
He hadn't expected this junior brother of his to be so powerful!
"You shouldn't have gone after Senior Brother Chu."
Bai Yuan said slowly.
He despised traitors to the sect like Liu Jiuyan more than anything.
Chu Yuan's injuries enraged him. The kind and affable senior brother was one of the few friends he had in this world and had helped him a great deal.
