The instant the stone door of the secret chamber burst open with a deafening roar, Lin Zhaoyue's sword tip was still dripping with fresh blood. Lǐ Jiànfēng leaned against the doorframe, panting heavily, sweat from his temples dripping down his chin onto the blue stone slab. "Those thirty men at the foot of the mountain... they tore open their parcels!" His Adam's apple bobbed twice as his voice trembled. "It's the sword cases—the sword cases engraved with the characters 'Blood Fiend'!"
Lin Zhaoyue's pupils suddenly constricted. The Taichu Sword Canon surged within her meridians, the sword qi rustling her cuffs—the Blood Fiend Sect, the very same Blood Fiend Sect that had slaughtered every single member of the Cangwu branch three years ago.
She turned to look at Ye Fan, who was currently tying the Jiuxiao Huanpei around his waist. The cloud patterns on the jade pendant emitted a faint, deep glow. "To the martial arts arena," he said. "Elder Chén should have already gathered the mountain defense team."
Chapter 157