Chapter 372 - Ancient Sword of the Seven Peaks
Lu Kangnian was like a blood-fueled alpha wolf. Under his lead, the others became like wolf pups brimming with pent-up fury, desperate to prove themselves and show the world that choosing the Daxia Sword Sect had never been a mistake.
Pfft!
Zhong Lin cut down a Golden Core Realm disciple in one stroke. He raised an eyebrow, catching sight of Li Sheng’an from the corner of his eye.
That once-cowardly Li Sheng’an now looked possessed by a battle god. He charged alone into the Mo Family’s encirclement, letting their swords hack into him, dodging only the few strikes aimed at his vitals. Bathed in blood, he laughed madly, his sword flashing like the wind.
He parried several blows in succession, and between fists and kicks, he cut down two men. His blood surged, and he felt as though his veins were boiling.
He trembled uncontrollably and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, the metallic tang flooding his tongue.
Zhong Lin couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. “Brother Li’s influence on him really was too great.”
After Li Guanqi called him out for his cowardice[1] on Heavenly Pillar Peak, Li Sheng’an awakened. The old people-pleasing coward was gone. He refused every unreasonable demand.
Even beaten half to death, he would cling to his attacker and bite off an ear if he had to. Now, Li Sheng’an had entered the inner sect, training under Tu Kui. His ruthlessness was usually hidden, but it ran bone-deep.
Swish!
A sharp whistle split the air. Li Sheng’an suddenly twisted his waist and spun around, hurling his sword like a spear straight toward Zhong Lin.
“Careful!”