As Shen Qiang was amazed by the power of the blade of grass after using the True Yuan technique taught by the Dragon Group's War God, outside the Qingyun Sword Pavilion, a square-faced man with a livid expression, seemingly unable to suppress his anger, punched a huge rock. Not only did it rattle the dirt loose, but it also intimidated the two young cultivation practitioners beside him into silence.
"Coward!" he shouted with eyes ablaze with fury, "Who is Shen Qiang? A demon! At the Baihua Palace's treasure exhibition, he incited Heshenghe's president, Shen Bian, to lead a group of demons and attack our Qingyun Sword Pavilion. In that battle, how many of our Qingyun Sword Pavilion brothers lost their lives!"
"Such a deep blood feud, and now suddenly, our Qingyun Sword Pavilion is supposed to merge with Heshenghe and serve Shen Qiang. How could they even utter such words, how could they do such a thing!"
