The mighty gate of the Magic Cult's Headquarters was split open by a fierce Jian Qi, as Jian Shen strode in with his head held high, his gaze more terrifying than the sword energy itself, startling the disciples of the Devil Cult to the point where they dared not approach him.
Lu Bei and Lin Xi followed closely behind; they were quite worried that Jian Shen wouldn't be able to handle everything on his own and thought they might be able to help him out in a critical moment.
One of the Devil Cult's followers knew the gravity of the situation but mustered the courage to scold, "Jian Shen, you've got some nerve thinking that just because your swordsmanship is peerless you can barge into the Magic Cult's Headquarters. I think you're tired of living."
Lin Xi retorted directly, "You people of the Devil Cult do evil deeds and harm nature and reason; you all deserve to be executed. Anyone with a sense of justice cannot stand your actions."