"Very well..."
Before disappearing, the Lightly Arrogant Sword Saint revealed a contented smile.
The unique swordsmanship he created, "Light and Arrogant Sword," was passed down, and he didn't leave any trouble for future generations.
"Farewell, senior."
Lu Changsheng clasped his hands in salute.
If the Lightly Arrogant Sword Saint hadn't gone easy on them, this group of theirs would still be entangled with him for quite a while.
Rumble.
The massive Cang King Tomb trembled.
Lu Changsheng and Saint Zou looked toward the entrance of the Cang King Tomb, only to see one of the male Sword Immortal statues getting half destroyed by the Heavenly Martial Venerable.
The guardian array of the Cang King Tomb was precariously close to breaking.
"Lu, let's hurry and stop them."
