Three Sect Masters of the Earth Realm, led by Deng Xiangjun, burst forth all at once. Their faces, solemn, were not displayed as mere apparitions; instead, they stood with grave expressions in front of the Seven Sects, gazing into the distance towards the end of the water.
Following closely behind, two figures swiftly approached.
With Qi Yansheng's support, Ye Jiu struggled to maintain his upright posture. However, both the tattered Sect Master's robe and the terrifying injuries all over his body betrayed his dire condition.
As the sharpest sword of the Seven Sects, he should not have shown weakness.
After all, this could lead to unnecessary panic.
But at the moment, it seemed as if none of the Sect Masters were concerned about this.
This could only mean one thing: Southern Hong no longer had a use for this sword.
With all enemy threats eradicated ahead, there was no need for a blade to deter them.