Qin Xiao’s face sank when Mu Xuankong wielded his sword. At this moment, he was finally sure that Mu Xuankong had come to kill, and he didn’t mind waging war with the Nether Divinity Clan. But this was something that made him feel that this was unbelievable.

This made no sense at all. Lin Yun wasn’t dead, and the Nether Divinity Clan wasn’t weak, either. Not to mention that the Sword Sect had long declined. There weren’t any benefits for the Sword Sect to offend a saint clan. So what gives?

“Mu Xuankong, you want to kill me over one Lin Yun?” Qin Xiao questioned, and a painting unfolded behind him as his constellation opened up. This was a bronze mountain, and the top of the bronze mountain had...