Beneath a towering aura, the Ten Elders were immobilized.
Even, they were so pressured that they could barely breathe.
Was this truly the extent of Shiyi’s power? The elders were all astonished.
Even the Great Elder, who had long known of Elder Yi’s extraordinary strength, found it somewhat unbelievable at that moment.
He knew Elder Yi was powerful.
But he had never imagined that Elder Yi could be powerful to this extent.
That he could, with his aura alone, leave ten of them completely powerless to resist.
Step... step... step...
Elder Yi, with a steady aura, took steps toward Guu Changkong.
"Master..." Guu Changkong’s face was a picture of despair as he looked towards the Sword Hall Elders for help.
The Sword Hall Elders couldn’t move, and could only shout, "Shiyi, you cannot kill Changkong."
"Shiyi..." The elders also wanted to dissuade him.
"Hmph." Elder Yi snorted coldly.
Thump thump thump...
The Ten Elders were instantly struck, spitting blood as they were sent flying.
Crack, Elder Yi’s hand, seized Guu Changkong’s throat.
"Phew." The Great Elder and the others spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
"Shiyi, you cannot snuff out the last hope of the Sword Sect."
"If Changkong dies, how can you face the Sword Sect’s ancestors?"
Elder Yi shouted angrily, "Now, it is they who have snuffed out the greatest hope of the Sword Sect."
"It is you who watched idly as a supreme genius fell, doing nothing."
"Even shielding and indulging."
"How can you, then, face the ancestors?"
Hearing this, the faces of the ten elders were filled with guilt.
Yet, the Great Elder still shouted, "What good is an apology?"
"Xiao Yi comprehended the Extreme Boundary Stele utterly, he was impressive."
"But he is already dead."
"Guu Changkong is now the only hope for the Sword Sect."
"How many more centuries do you want the Sword Master’s position to remain vacant?"
"How much longer do you want to see the Sect Leader’s position unfulfilled?"
Towards the end, the Great Elder seemed mad as he interrogated Elder Yi.
Elder Yi’s expression changed, unsure of how to respond.
His grip on Guu Changkong’s throat loosened slightly.
At that moment, Guu Changkong’s face had already turned purple.
If Elder Yi had loosened his grip just a few seconds later, Guu Changkong would have undoubtedly died.
The elders’ faces relaxed instantly.
"Shiyi, it’s good that you’ve thought it through," the Great Elder said softly.
"Everything should prioritize the interests of the Sword Sect."
But, the next second, Elder Yi’s hand suddenly tightened around Guu Changkong again.
He could have killed Guu Changkong with just a flick of his finger.
However, he didn’t do so.
Instead, he swung his hand forcefully, sending Guu Changkong flying.
"Pfft." Guu Changkong eventually landed next to the Sword Hall Elder, spitting fresh blood on the ground.
Of course, for him, surviving Elder Yi’s clutches was a stroke of great luck.
"Shiyi, we know you are someone who understands restraint..." The elders breathed a sigh of relief, expressing their gratitude.
However, Elder Yi coldly interrupted them.
"Do you think I spared him out of consideration for the Sword Sect?" Elder Yi’s expression became indifferent again.
"I only know that my only disciple, Yi Tianxing, could not possibly die so easily," Elder Yi said confidently.
"I am saving Guu Changkong’s life."
"Xiao Yi will personally come back to take it."