Undoubtedly, Zhang Xiashan was a very famous swordsman in Swallow Mountain. Fame was proportional to strength. When they heard the screams around them, the eyes of the foreign swordsmen brightened. 

Regardless of whether they had any loot from this trip to Swallow Mountain or not, being able to witness the reopening of the Opening Heavens Sword Sect was much better. 

The only thing that made them feel slightly regretful was that this grand event felt too silent. From start to the end, there were hardly any disturbances, not to mention witnessing a swordsman be killed. 

Hopefully Zhang Xiashan would cause some trouble for the sect. It did not matter who was going to win, instead, the bystanders were craving some action. Otherwise they would have nothing to boast about if they only watched a muted show. 

Many people held their breath in anticipation for what was about to happen. 

Zhang Xiashan lifted his head and his gaze fell upon the stone tablet of the Opening Heavens Sword Sect. There was a complicated look in his eyes. Then, he took in a deep breath as he raised his hand. ‘Buzz’, this sound accompanied the flying of his long sword. Its hilt dug into the ground. 

“Question Sword!” 

At this moment, there were multiple light projections on various mountain peaks of Swallow Mountain. They were projecting what was happening outside...