The mysterious young man in the azure robe was obviously a consummate expert. In the blink of an eye, he had cut down eighteen executors, all of whom were just on the verge of reaching the mid Terrifying level.

It really had been in the blink of an eye, as Star Swordlife had literally closed his eyes in preparation of death, only to open them a moment later and find all eighteen of his enemies beheaded.

Life really was fragile. Moments ago, those executors had been boundlessly domineering, only to be dead shortly after. It was a tragic thing that would provoke a sigh from anyone who heard the story.

“Why aren’t you criticizing me for killing them, Star Swordlife?” the young man said, a mysterious smile on his face. “You like saving people, and if you could have, you would even have saved those people who were just about to kill you. That is your dao of the sword, and that is your philosophy, something that you’ll never abandon. Even if you lose your life.”

“I won’t criticize you, Senior. After all, you just saved my life. The fact that...