In just a few rounds, the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion used his pure power to completely suppress these martial arts masters who wanted to kill him.
In terms of strength, speed, and skill, none of them can surpass the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion in any aspect, not even to the point of being comparable.
The overwhelming force brought about a hopeless situation.
"Are you kidding me?!"
A group of people still huddled together, as if their numbers gave them a sense of security.
In contrast to these experts were the sword cultivator disciples behind the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, who, despite being seriously injured, all wore smiles on their faces.
They were just being overwhelmed by those experts, but now, the sect leader has made them proud!
"Long live the Pavilion Master! The Pavilion Master is invincible!"
"The fact that the Pavilion Master defeated those experts shows just how powerful he is!"
"Master, let's lead the brothers and charge one more time, and wipe them all out!"
As these people called out, the martial arts masters felt increasingly uneasy.
In the previous battle, they almost unilaterally slaughtered the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion. The corpses on the field were the surviving senior brothers, junior sisters, masters, and so on.
The feud has been started, and it must end with the destruction of one side.
"What should we do? Do we still have a chance?"
"It looks like we're completely out of options. We have no choice but to take a gamble, at least to prevent the storytellers from remembering our ending in some strange way."
The person who said this looked at the storyteller who was still taking notes not far away. These bloodthirsty audience members were truly dedicated.
Despite being covered in blood or injured by the aftershocks, they would still look up and down from time to time, taking notes of what they saw.
One unlucky fellow, with half of his intestines hanging from who-knows-where, didn't stop what he was doing.
This battle is over, and these people will refer to each other's records to fill in any gaps they may have missed.
With these storytellers around, even if they're already past their prime, they have to grit their teeth and keep going.
Otherwise, after someone dies, they might look at their tombstone and say, "I know this guy. I read in a book that after he surrendered, the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion chopped him up and fed him to the dogs..."
"Some things are simply unacceptable, even at the cost of death!"
Just as they were preparing to go all out and fight to the death, the second master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, along with the eldest son of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Master, arrived with a group of disciples.
"Big brother, thank goodness you're alright. You really scared me to death. I'm so glad you're okay."
"Oh dear, why are you all still lying on the ground? It's too cold there; be careful not to get an upset stomach."
Compared to the usually serious Pavilion Master, the Second Pavilion Master is indeed a skilled businessman who is also more flexible and tactful.
He now looked at those experts with a smile on his face, while the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion watched him from the side.
His pupils contracted, his grip on the sword hilt tightened and then loosened, and finally he sighed.
"Second brother, our dream is about to be fulfilled! I have successfully reached the pinnacle of the path of swordsmanship."
Before he died, my father told us that we must make Wanjian Pavilion the number one swordsmanship force in the world.
Now, we've succeeded..."
As he spoke, he looked at his brother with a complicated expression, his eyes seeming to try to see through something.
"Yeah, brother, this is great news! Let's deal with these friends who aren't following the rules, and then have a celebration party!"
It was the same tone as always, the same demeanor as usual, but why?
"Second brother, do you remember how long we've worked towards this day?"
"Of course, elder brother. Thirty-five years. You have been the master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion for thirty-five years."
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