To put it plainly.
The Supreme Elder of our sect is apparently here just for laughs.
The average disciples don't see him as a true master.
Yet, it is precisely this person.
With a single strike of his sword, it's a lethal move.
Even Zeng Jing, an Elder of the Inner Residence Heavenly Cave, was pierced in his energy meridians by his sword, dispersing his blood Qi.
He didn't crush the heart with one sword strike, but he certainly didn't show much mercy either.
Zeng Jing pressed his hand to his heart, feeling his lifeforce cultivated over a hundred and thirty years leaking away like water from a broken pot, his eyes filled with rage and despair.
"You, you actually destroyed my cultivation?"
"That's funny, you were trying to kill my disciple, why shouldn't I destroy your cultivation? If it wasn't for giving some face to the Ancestor Masters within the Inner Residence of the Heavenly Cave, today it wouldn't just be the destruction of your martial arts, but your very life.
