"Sword Emperor's legacy? A thief?"
Su Changqing heard this and laughed angrily, saying, "Is your Celestial Sword worthy of coveting the Sword Emperor?"
Ximen Qingjun heard this, sneered, and once again activated that ancient jade slip.
"The Sword Emperor, the emperor amongst swords, commands all directions, dominating the universe..."
"..."
"Back then, my Celestial Sword predecessors, by a stroke of luck, claimed the title of Emperor, one sword strike..."
A scene from not long ago resurfaced, the inscribed Dao patterns lingered in the void, refusing to dissipate.
The sword cultivators observing shook their heads at the sight.
The Celestial Sword has evidence; this matter leaves no room for reversal.
Su Changqing brought up the topic again, merely adding salt to the wound.
Indeed.
At this moment, the Su family and the people of Sword Pavilion, looking at the Dao symbols in the void, all had somber expressions and remained silent.
