Five Sword Sect Courtyard.
At this mont, the vast square was already filled to capacity.
Jiang Ning suddenly produced a token in his hand.
One side was inscribed with the emblem of the Five Sword Sect, while the other bore the flamboyant character for Yang.
"This must be the identity token of a true disciple from the Five Sword Sect!" Jiang Ning displayed the token in his hand and said calmly.
Under the hazy moonlight, owing to the exceptional sight of martial artists, everyone could see the emblem on Jiang Ning’s token, as well as the character Yang.
"It’s Yang’s token!"
"It’s Brother Yang’s identity token!!"
"I heard Brother Yang returned a few days ago and is now recovering at ho. Did he really go to capture the criminals?"
"..."
Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Five Sword Sect couldn’t help but whisper among themselves.
"Master He, do you have anything else to say?" Jiang Ning asked.
Upon hearing this,
He Changkong took a deep breath.
"Lord Jiang, can you do the honor?"
"No, I cannot!" Jiang Ning shook his head slightly.
Then he continued, "Will you voluntarily hand over the offender, or shall I apprehend the person myself?"
"Lord Jiang, must you press so relentlessly?" He Changkong asked.
"From what you say, you intend to stand up for your sect’s disciples?" Jiang Ning replied.
At the sa ti,
He Changkong’s ears suddenly twitched, hearing a voice coming from afar in the shadows, and his heart instantly settled.
Having the backing of a grandmaster, his confidence imdiately soared.
Compared to ordinary martial artists, a Third Grade Grandmaster exists on a completely different plane of skill.
"Lord Jiang, must we reach such an impasse?"
"It seems Master He does not want to cooperate!" Jiang Ning retorted calmly.
Just at that mont,
a distant, elderly yet powerful voice suddenly echoed.
"Young man, one should be forgiving when possible!!"
The voice rang out.
Everyone imdiately turned their heads, their eyes following the direction of the voice.
They saw a white-robed, silver-haired figure appear atop a distant building.
Then, with a flash, the figure vanished from the roof and reappeared on the roof of another building several yards away.
"It’s the Supre Elder!"
"It’s the Supre Elder!!"
"..."
Exclamations of surprise echoed through the vast square.
The disciples of the Five Sword Sect looked at the ghostly figure approaching from afar, their eyes filled with fervor, as if revering a deity.
This Supre Elder of the Five Sword Sect is nothing less than a living fossil.
He has lived for over a century.
In the eyes of ordinary people, such longevity is truly that of a venerable elder.
Within the Five Sword Sect, this supre elder has witnessed the passing of several generations.
The standing of the Five Sword Sect today is greatly due to this stabilizing presence of a living fossil.
With the arrival of this Supre Elder, all the sect’s disciples quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
The recent entrance of Jiang Ning, the deanor of Master He Changkong, and those ready-to-fire crossbows had put them under enormous pressure.
It was as if a dark cloud lood overhead, suffocating them.
But now, the appearance of the sect’s living fossil, the Supre Elder, was like the sun breaking through the clouds, dispelling the darkness in their hearts.
Simultaneously,
Jiang Ning also looked towards the Supre Elder approaching like a ghost.
"Could the Five Sword Sect really only have this one elderly, blood-weakened grandmaster?" Such thoughts flashed through his mind.
He had been holding back considerably, primarily because he hadn’t truly figured out the situation within the Five Sword Sect.
From the apparent intelligence, Five Sword Sect had only this one elderly grandmaster.
But he instinctively didn’t believe a sect would completely expose its strength without any reservations?
If completely exposed and known by opposing sects, should they strike, it would lead the entire sect to destruction.
From this point of view alone, he didn’t believe that the intelligence he had gathered represented all of Five Sword Sect’s strength.
That’s why he was cautious.
Not only due to the intent to eliminate a sect and achieve great rit.
Because he himself was like this; unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t expose his entire strength without reservation.
Completely exposing one’s strength is a very deadly act.
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, he gazed intently at the rapidly approaching figure.
"Every ho has its rules, and every country has its laws!" Jiang Ning said calmly.
His tone was steady, yet his voice was powerful, instantly reaching all corners and into everyone’s ears.
"Young man, can’t you give an old man a bit of courtesy?" the Supre Elder of the Five Sword Sect continued to close in, his voice transmitted over the distance.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning frowned.
"Old man, stop relying on your age to pressure others; you have no such qualification."
As he spoke,
Jiang Ning moved slightly, instantly capturing a figure in the crowd.
"Just in ti!" Seeing that familiar figure, he imdiately smiled.
He was just wondering how to create chaos and drag the entire Five Sword Sect into the whirlpool. He didn’t expect the true disciple, who lost an arm under his arrow, would dare to co and join the fray.
The next mont.
Boom——
He stepped forward, a thunderous sound echoing from his original spot, flashing through a distance of several yards in an instant.
A powerful aura instantly locked onto the armless figure behind the crowd.
"Senior, save !!" Sensing Jiang Ning’s aura targeting him, the true disciple Yang was filled with terror and pleaded to the Supre Elder who had guided him several tis.
He was one of the few true disciples of the Five Sword Sect.
Although he didn’t have the title of pupil to the sect’s living fossil, the Supre Elder, they had ties from teachings and advice.
Not just him, other true disciples had also received guidance more or less from that living fossil.
In truth, their relationship with the Supre Elder ran much deeper than that of ordinary disciples.
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