Legend of Sword King

Upon hearing Wu Hongshan's shout, many cultivators of the Zhao Family flushed red in the face. Some of them glared angrily at Wu Hongshan and couldn't help but choke out, "The An Heavenly Sect is invading your Wu Clan. Don't tell me the Wu Clan has no cultivators at all?" "Could it be that the cultivators of the Wu Clan only wagged their tails like a dog, begging others to help them, and they themselves are powerless, lacking even the courage to defend themselves?"    

    

Wu Hongshan was even more furious and roared: "The Wu Clan was originally weak, but the Zhao Clan is the number one clan in the South City. Now that the Wu Clan has sided with the Zhao Clan, the Zhao Clan has to protect the Wu Clan! The Zhao Family's reputation is illustrious, since when did they raise you cowards?! "    

    

The cultivators of the Zhao Family also wanted to compete with Cheng Qing for face and win, but after being provoked by the Wu Family, they immediately turned their heads to scold them. The crowd actually became impassioned as if they wanted to eat the other person, but the An Tian Sect, which was eyeing them covetously, was pushed to the side.    

    

Li Muhao's eyes widened in surprise, "You can do that?"    

    

Lin Xin Dong pursed his lips, "It's because they don't want to fight with us, otherwise the other party will gain nothing in return. Furthermore, we have the intention of stalling for time to wait for reinforcements from the Zhao Family. "    

    

Li Mucheng was stunned, and couldn't help giving a thumbs up. "Oh, you're so good, sister-in-law. You can even think of such a thing!"    

    

"You're not allowed to call me sister-in-law!"    

    

Cheng Qing was getting impatient as he saw the two parties cursing over and over again. The Heaven Lake Sword slashed forward, and a sword qi that was five Zhang long instantly blasted into the courtyard, plowing a deep gully. The roar caused the Wu and Zhao Family members to be stunned, and they all stopped talking. When they saw the sword scar in their eyes, they could not help but swallow their saliva, feeling uneasy.    

    

"The An Heavenly Sect will take over the Wu Clan. I don't care whose clan you're from. Either put down your weapons and surrender, or die!" Cheng Qing scowled and said in a harsh tone, "I will say it now, I won't say it a second time!"    

    

The two families looked at Cheng Qing, not knowing what to do.    

    

"It seems like you all still have some fighting spirit." Cheng Qing sneered as he thrust the Heaven Lake Sword forward. He then ordered, "Attack!"    

    

"Kill!" The cultivators of the An Tian Sect had long since been full of fighting spirit, and could not wait to fight. Now that they had heard Cheng Qing's order, they immediately charged forward, charging out like fierce tigers descending a mountain.    

    

Seeing the An Tian Sect cultivators rushing towards them like a tide, the Wu Clan cultivators were the first to tremble. They already knew that they could not stop the An Tian Sect by themselves. With their eyebrows on fire, they could not sit still any longer.    

    

As far as he was concerned, no matter who the Wu Clan chose to rely on, they couldn't be killed anymore. They had to leave the Green Mountain behind.    

    

Hearing the second elder's words, the men from the Wu family all came back to their senses and shouted, "We surrender!"    

    

Upon seeing that the opponents had surrendered, the cultivators of the An Heavenly Sect, who were charging towards the Wu Clan, immediately turned around and charged towards the cultivators of the Zhao Clan.    

    

When the cultivators of the Zhao Family saw that the Wu Family had surrendered, it was even more impossible for them to fight to the death against the An Tian Sect for the sake of protecting the Wu Family.    

    

Some of the cultivators in the front had already come face to face with the cultivators of the Zhao Family. They were hot-blooded and wanted to show off their might, but once this punch landed on a piece of cotton, they couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. One of the cultivators of the An Tian Sect simply withdrew his hand and punched a cultivator in the face!