“Do you think anyone in Pine Prefecture can surpass the disciples of our Ancient Sword School in the Sword Dao?” Yang Ye walked step by step towards the green clothed man while ceaselessly swinging his sword about, and the sword seemed as if it had come to life and emanated numerous sword howls.

The man spoke in a low voice, “Then why don’t you carry the token of the Ancient Sword School!?”

“What a joke!” Yang Ye stopped moving and laughed coldly, “The disciples of my Ancient Sword School only need their swords. The Sword Token of the sec? For what? To domineer over others? Or to use it as a form of reliance and support so that everyone would be respectful towards the disciples of our sect? How laughable! As a disciple of the Ancient Sword School, our greatest reliance is the sword, and it’s our greatest backing!”

When he spoke up to this point, Yang Ye pointed at Zi Xin and the others before he said, “Ask yourself this question. Would they be so respectful towards you if you weren’t a disciple of the Ancient Sword School?”

The green clothed man fell silent. His fists were clenched tightly, and his nails had sunk...