Everyone's gaze fell on Han Muye.
This Sword Dao Immortal should not have died here with them.
Many people gripped the hilts of their swords tightly, and the light in their eyes slowly became firm.
"Kill our way out?" Han Muye's battle intent gathered, and an illusory sword appeared behind him.
The Sword Dao Nascent Soul left his body.
"I, Han Muye, am afraid of death because I'm afraid that I won't be able to live long enough to climb to the peak that has never been seen in the world.
"I, Han Muye, am afraid of death because I'm afraid that there are still many things I haven't done and I have regrets.
"I, Han Muye, am afraid of death because I'm afraid that the debt I owe in this life has yet to be repaid."
The sword in his hand vibrated, and Han Muye's gaze landed on his sword.
"Brothers, ask your swords.
"Ask them if they can let you live."