Chapter 878: A Decent Opponent

At this moment, not only were the onlookers below stunned.

Even Jiang Chen and the others on the Xuanfeng were greatly surprised.

"The moment a disciple of the sect is defeated, he strikes out at them — how can such a person be worthy of being an elder?"

"I heard this Wang Yuhuan is his descendant, yet even so, he attacked without the slightest scruple, right before everyone's eyes. How narrow-minded is this Old Ancestor Wang?"

"Hmph! In his eyes, the entire Heart Sword Sect is probably nothing more than a tool for gathering resources to grow stronger."

"Sigh, but it's this Daoist Wang who suffers. As the saying goes, when the top beam is crooked, the lower beams are crooked too. With an Old Ancestor of such character, one can well imagine the other elders aren't much better either......."

The crowd buzzed with discussion.

Especially when they thought of the various kinds of care their own elders showed toward their clansmen, they couldn't help but feel moved.

Sure enough, without comparison, there's no harm.

Being born into the Cangwu Jiang clan and meeting the wise and mighty Clan Leader — truly the luckiest thing in this life.

Not far away.

Jiang Zhiwei, Ning Zhengqi, and Nie Wushuang furrowed their brows.

They realized in shock that they had still underestimated this Old Ancestor Wang's ruthlessness.

It was merely the outcome of a single sparring match, yet he disregarded his status and struck at a junior.

With such an Old Ancestor presiding over them, no wonder the Heart Sword Sect was overtaken by their Sky Sword Sect and grew worse with each passing day.

Compared with the surprise of everyone around, the Sky Sword Old Ancestor's expression was undoubtedly far more composed.

As an "old friend" of many years' acquaintance, he naturally knew exactly what sort of person the other was.

So he felt not the slightest surprise at the scene before him.

At this moment, Wang Yuhuan endured the searing pain with all his might, channeling his Yuan power to steady himself and keep from plummeting from the high sky.

He slowly turned and looked toward Wang Jizhou: "Old Ancestor......."

He wanted to say something, but Wang Jizhou had absolutely no interest in listening. With another casual wave of his hand, he sent a fierce attack shooting straight toward him!

Wang Yuhuan instinctively tried to dodge, but he was already gravely wounded and utterly exhausted — even maintaining flight was extraordinarily difficult.

He could only watch helplessly as the attack drew closer and closer.

Could it be that I shall perish here today?

Wang Yuhuan's heart was filled with grief and fury, brimming with unwillingness.

He desperately wanted to resist.

But his weakened body was telling him at every moment.

That he could do nothing at all.

Yet, at the very instant the attack was about to land.

Whoosh—

A familiar presence flashed past his side.

This is......

Wang Yuhuan's eyes went wide, an expression of disbelief on his face.

He whipped his head around.

He saw a cold, stern young woman in a blue robe, long sword in hand, darting past him!

Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, drifting freely; her gaze was steady, bright as the stars!

Sword intent surged, condensing into sword gang, slashing down horizontally to clash with the attack Wang Jizhou had casually unleashed!

Boom boom boom—

The violent explosions rang out one after another, echoing ceaselessly in Wang Yuhuan's ears.

He stared at the young woman before him, lost in a daze.

"Why did you save me?"

Wang Yuhuan couldn't understand — they were clearly opponents, so why would she save him?

Jiang Zhiwei held her sword in one hand, feet treading lightly in the empty air, her blue robe snapping in the wind, like a sword immortal of the present age!

She turned her head slightly, looked at the bewildered Wang Yuhuan, and said softly, "You are still a decent opponent. In the future, you'll barely be qualified to chase after the footsteps I leave behind — you shouldn't die such a pathetic death here......"

A decent opponent?

Wang Yuhuan's eyes flickered, a complicated look crossing his face.

But then, the corner of his mouth curved into a smile despite himself.

So that's how it is?