Chapter 388: Society of Sacred Swords (4)
Finally.
The Great Lords of the Society of Sacred Swords had gathered.
Standing atop a hill littered with countless corpses and shattered weapons, they faced each other in silence. The only sound was the heavy fluttering of their sleeves in the wind. Not a single enemy remained alive.
It was an overwhelming sight.
The crowds stationed along the mountains surrounding Cloudveil Peak kept their mouths shut. The sheer gravity of what lay before them left them speechless.
Those dressed in silk robes or carrying weapons—people with even a basic understanding of the martial world—stood frozen, unwilling to move even a fingertip.
Only the truly ignorant whispered among themselves, their faces drained of color.
“The Golden Dawn Lord’s head has been severed...!”
“Is that true?”
“How could a phoenix that has spread its wings be felled by mere humans...?”
Three major factions had been all but annihilated. Ten War Gate and Golden Dawn Sect would never rise again, and the elite Sunmaryeon martial artists had been reduced to corpses.
It was as if all unorthodox sects in Sichuan had vanished overnight.