"Senior, our six major powers have already surrendered and are willing to submit to you. Do you truly intend to wipe us out?"
The Sword Sect's Ancestor suppressed his rage, stood up, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He was a Martial Royal who cultivated the Sword Dao. His thunderous strike against Qi Tuo had been shattered with a flick of a finger. In turn, Qi Tuo had suppressed him instantly with a mere flip of his hand. The feeling of utter powerlessness was agonizing.
He was resolute and did not fear death, but Qi Tuo had made it very clear: if they died, their sects would be rendered useless and would be instantly destroyed.
This was something the Sword Sect's Ancestor could not bear to see.
He could die himself, but he couldn't stand to see the sect, with its thousand-year legacy, vanish into thin air.
If that happened, how could he face the past ancestors of the Sword Sect in the afterlife?
