Everyone stared fixedly at Canjian, even Wuchi.
They all knew that just a moment ago, they had caught a scent of death in the air.
When Wuchi looked at Canjian again, his eyes clearly betrayed a hint of gravity.
Yet, he rose indifferently, brushing off his tunic as he spoke:
"The Canshen Sword Art truly lives up to its reputation. It is a stroke of fortune to witness it today. It will serve perfectly to put my martial soul to the test."
Hearing this, the members of the Wuzong Sect erupted in a collective roar of solidarity:
"Brother Wu, mighty! Brother Wu, mighty!"
With their side cheering so heartily, the Sword Tomb faction was clearly not going to be outdone.
The two had always been rivals. As the saying goes, one might lose the fight, but one must never lose face. In the blink of an eye, both factions were shouting at the top of their lungs, the tension reaching a fever pitch and nearly erupting into a full-scale brawl.
Chapter 270