"Put the sword down! Put it down!"
Xu Shengyang held Xu Jingliang tightly and roared with all his might, "Do you want the commander to have died in vain!?"
Turning his head, Xu Jingliang's eyes were bloodshot, "The commander was forced to death by this woman!"
"Slap!"
Xu Shengyang slapped him with all his strength and bellowed, "Bullshit, who could force the commander to his death? This was... this was the commander's choice!"
The commander...
Xu Jingliang was crying uncontrollably, his hand holding the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss shaking non-stop. The Sword Sect of Yuanzhou was now so devastated they could barely hold a sword.
"Don't forget, right now the most important thing is to bring the commander and the Divine Sword back to Yuanzhou!"
Xu Shengyang's eyes were also red. Watching the man he followed die before his eyes, he yearned to vent his grief like Xu Jingliang. But the confused Fire Department still needed someone who remained clear-headed.