The crowd stood in stunned silence. They had trudged so far, enduring the Dusk Sword Evocation twice, braving ice and snow, crossing molten lava, only to find out that the swords in the Sword Tomb had already been taken?
How could they accept this?
"Damn it, it was all Li Xiaobai's doing!"
"When I return, I must report to the sect and have him properly disciplined!"
"That's for later. He must still be inside the Sword Tomb. Let's chase him; we must retrieve the ancient swords!"
The young man in white, his face flushed with anger and emanating a murderous aura, continued as the group scurried around the Sword Tomb like they were digging three feet into the ground. What they didn't know was that at that very moment, Li Xiaobai had already casually left the Sword Tomb with all its ancient swords.
Sword Sect.
On Sword Peak.
A golden chariot slowly emerged from a fissure mid-mountain, followed by three divinely radiant treasured swords.