The mocking voice was very soft, at least Mu Liang and Liu Xu did not hear it.
Mu Liang's gaze was somewhat cold. Even though he had some doubts before about the ugly sword's power not matching its appearance, he now understood that he was able to obtain one of the ten famed swords because of Xie Tian.
Therefore, Liu Xu was not wrong—their good fortune was all thanks to Xie Tian.
But how could Liu Xu be so shameless? Just because he lost his sword, would he repay kindness with ingratitude and wish harm upon Xie Tian?
Thus, not only did he look at Liu Xu with a cold gaze, but his heart also slowly turned cold and indifferent.
Liu Xu was completely oblivious to the icy stare behind him; from the moment the Inner Sect Disciples started retreating in panic, his mouth had not shut, wide enough to fit a duck egg.
Why was the situation different from what he had imagined?
Why were these Inner Sect Disciples so fearful?