With the appearance of One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws, the cultivators were in an uproar. But facing the disappearance of the Magic Fighting Platform, they could only accept reality, daring to be angry but not to speak out.
The disciples of the Sword Palace hid in their private room. Thanks to the isolating array, they could speak freely and discuss the Spring and Autumn Annals.
"Can this truly be called One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws?!"
"This is the greatest example in history of putting up a sheep's head while selling dog meat!"
"Truly a disgrace to sword cultivators..."
All the disciples were filled with righteous indignation, especially resentful of that fellow's title, "Western Sword Saint," and continued to mock and ridicule without pause.
Yet for all their mockery, they had no intention of teaching that guy a lesson. Everyone had the self-awareness that when the Great Sun is used as a sword, falling from the sky, who can withstand it?
