At this moment, Su Chen was arrogant and unrestrained.
One person, one sword, as if invincible.
He Shoudao, Zhang Mujian, and others stood behind, watching Su Chen, silent. What if it were them? Would they dare to directly kill the Great Elder of the Azure Sword Sect? Dare to provoke the Old Ancestor of the Azure Sword Sect like this?
No, they wouldn't dare.
Therefore, their swords were not as sharp as Su Chen's.
Sword Cultivator, this is a Sword Cultivator.
Forge ahead, unafraid of life and death.
If you want to fight, then I will fight with you.
He Shoudao suddenly smiled bitterly and shook his head, inexplicably feeling that Su Chen was right to call him an idiot before.
Although he was the sect master of the Cloud Sword Sect, a sect of Sword Cultivators, he never truly understood the sword.
"Old Mu, maybe what Young Master Su said is true, you are disappointed in the current Cloud Sword Sect." He Shoudao muttered to himself.
At the same moment.
