A hunchbacked cultivator with a mouthful of yellow teeth crossed his arms, eyes gleaming as he laughed. “This is something! You have to admire the Daxia Sword Sect’s spirit. They knew their disciples might die, but they came anyway.”0

Beside him, a white-browed old man murmured, “Well said. But have you noticed the look in their eyes? They know exactly what they’re up against today, yet there’s not a trace of resignation in their gaze. With determination like that, who knows where their sect might stand a hundred years from now?”0

Both were Golden Core Realm cultivators. Naturally, their perception ran...0