It was at this moment that Ning Qi, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke.
Her voice was calm, almost indifferent—but beneath that calm lay an unmistakable finality.
"Enough."
The single word fell like a verdict.
"I do not care who this brat is," Ning Qi continued, her gaze cold and distant. "If he believes he can simply walk away after humiliating my sect like this, then he is gravely mistaken."
This time, Ning Qi was truly furious.
In front of an immortal from Sword Saint Heaven, her Thousand Sword Sect had been reduced to a laughingstock. An Outer Elder slain. An Inner Elder decapitated. The arena soaked in blood.
What opinion would Murong Sichen form of her leadership?
That under her rule, any random cultivator could storm her sect and wreak havoc?
No.
She could not allow that.
