After Chen Yang left, Jian Wushuang struggled to stand up, his eyes coldly sweeping over the group of Ten Thousand Sword Sect disciples.
"Sword... Sword Son..."
Everyone was terrified by this glance.
"You are all good companions, but unfortunately, luck was not on your side as you witnessed my disgraceful moment. So, I can only send you to death."
Jian Wushuang said indifferently.
Everyone was stunned.
Only then did they react; Jian Wushuang actually intended to kill them to silence them!
"Sword Son, we promise, we won't say a word of what happened today!"
Everyone quickly spoke up.
"I believe you, you are all loyal people. However, there are always accidents in this world. Who can guarantee to never spill the word about today's events? No one can, only the dead keep silent." Jian Wushuang sighed.
Then blood light flashed, and screams echoed one after another.
Jian Wushuang expressionlessly slaughtered everyone.
