While Zhao Wuji’s party was leaving, the sword servants had reluctance on their faces and were furious. Zhao Hu’s injuries were pretty heavy from the fight. He asked while suppressing his rage, “Young Master, are we going to let this matter go just like that?”

“Let this matter go? Since when did I say I’ll let this matter go?” Zhao Wuji smiled.

“Then?” The three sword servants were bewildered, not knowing what their young master was planning.

Zhao Wuji smiled, “Didn’t I say that those who yell the loudest generally die the fastest? If what happened today spreads out, I wonder how he will deal with it when the Sword Assembly begins. What happened today is a lesson for him, and I’ll embarrass him thoroughly when the Sword Assembly begins!”

“But what if…” Zhao Hu hesitated. After fighting with Ye Qingtian, Zhao Hu feared that Ye Qingtian would shine on the Sword Assembly.

Zhao Wuji smiled, “I have already probed his strength, and he shouldn’t possess the Astral Sword Intent, like the rumors stated. Otherwise, he would’ve taken my cup head-on...