When this greatly renowned Sword Saint arrived at the Dongshan City Sword Pavilion, the memorial hall was already packed to capacity. The commanding officers of the Divine Sword Army who had rushed over from all directions were brimming with a murderous aura, looking less like they were there to offer condolences and more like they were gathering for an oath-taking assembly before a military expedition.
To the entire Divine Sword Army of Yuanzhou, the man lying in the coffin was not just the Xu Clan's former Swordsman, their comrade-in-arms.
He was also the greatest contributor who helped the Divine Sword Army leap to become the foremost of all armies, the successor designated by the Sword Commander, the man who was to lead the Divine Sword Army in the future.
How could such a man...!
"How exactly did this bastard die!?"
Xu Feng, bursting into the memorial hall, pushed through the crowd and grabbed Xu Jingliang by the collar, demanding angrily.