“Hatred! Yes! Resentment!”

Xuantian Sect raised his head, gazing at the azure sky and white clouds above.

“Hatred!”

Suddenly, he raised his right hand high, clenching it fiercely, as if he wanted to crush this world, all things under the heavens, into dust within his palm.

“Buzz buzz!”

The Supreme Demon Sword, casually tossed aside by him, began to tremble slightly along its entire blade, emitting a series of soft hums.

“The hatred for Grace Quinn's wrongful death, the hatred of disgrace and ruin, the hatred of Xuantian Sect's extermination, the hatred of my master dying by my own hand, the hatred of being abandoned in grief by Lincoln Sword Sect atop the Sacred Peak, the hatred of surviving by a hair's breadth in the Infernal Valley, the hatred of suppressing the Supreme Demon Sword in utter madness! And...”

Xuantian Sect looked at the piece of green jade stele pressed tightly against his side, his right hand gripping it tightly, so tightly that his fingernails pierced his palm, his entire right hand dripping with blood, yet his face showed no change at all!

“The hatred of killing my wife!”

After uttering these words, Xuantian Sect's expression had already taken on a trace of ferocious terror.

And beside him, the Supreme Demon Sword trembled even more violently, wisps of dark flames burning from the dark red Demon Sword, as if they could burn the soul, burn the void itself.

“Sizzle sizzle!”

Xuantian Sect suddenly waved his hand, wiping across the green jade tombstone, instantly erasing the words “Tomb of beloved daughter Olivia Lincoln”.

In the next moment, using the fresh blood oozing from his right hand, he gritted his teeth and quickly carved new words onto the green jade tombstone.

Very soon, the inscription had changed.

“Tomb of beloved wife Olivia Lincoln.”

And the signature had also become the two characters David Foster.

“I hate!”

“To enter the Holy Demon Hall, everything was arranged by Lincoln Sword Sect, the source of it all comes from Lincoln Sword Sect! I hate the Holy Demon Hall! While in the Holy Demon Hall, I had to be ruthless, I had to commit heinous acts, otherwise, how could I seize a high position and pass on information! But I hate Lincoln Sword Sect even more! I hate you for, after all your success and fame, in order to uphold the banner of Lincoln Sword Sect's righteousness, you completely abandoned me with the label of a fallen man. I hate you even more for, just because of the slander of that petty villain Eric Longman, destroying my entire Xuantian Sect, over a thousand disciples!”

At this moment, Xuantian Sect's face no longer showed any calm or composure; the smile that always hung on his face was now completely cast away to the farthest reaches of the sky!

“Hatred! Hatred! Hatred!”

Three cries of hatred roared from Xuantian Sect's mouth.

“This kind of hatred! There is only one way to wash it away!”

At this moment, the Supreme Demon Sword that had been casually tossed aside, at the instant he roared those three words, began to tremble violently, letting out a soul-shaking sword cry, suddenly flying up from the ground and appearing instantly in Xuantian Sect's hand, as if it would loyally and unwaveringly follow its sword master to vent all the hatred in his heart.

In the next moment, the brilliance of the Supreme Demon Sword was raised high, pointing straight at the heavens, and the dark flames that had already been burning fiercely instantly erupted, burning across the heavens!

“Kill!!!”

Chapter 9: Rumors

“No! Steward Jason Young, please help me pass on a message, let me see the sect master, this matter is truly of great importance, and every word I say is true, not a single word is false.”

In the core building for outer sect disciples, the Sword Appreciation Hall, a young woman was anxiously speaking to a calm, composed middle-aged man, her expression still carrying a trace of lingering fear.

This woman was none other than Hannah Grant, ranked among the top ten outer sect disciples of Lincoln Sword Sect, and the one most likely to break through to the Innate Secret Realm and become an inner sect disciple.

“Hannah Grant, the matter you reported has already been assigned by Steward Thomas Young, who has sent a law enforcement captain at the Innate Secret Realm level, along with ten ninth-rank martial law enforcers. This lineup is more than enough to capture any arrogant fool who dares to challenge the authority of our Lincoln Sword Sect. So you can rest assured, there is no need to make such a fuss and use your top ten outer sect disciple privilege to ring the Soul-Calming Bell of the Sword Appreciation Hall and summon all the stewards of the outer sect for a meeting.”

The senior steward named Jason Young spoke unhurriedly, his tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction at Hannah Grant's overreaction.

“That’s right, Hannah Grant, you must understand, Sword Inquiry Mountain is the headquarters of our Lincoln Sword Sect. On our Sword Inquiry Mountain, not only are there many inner sect disciples at the Innate Secret Realm, core disciples at the Grandmaster level, and legendary elders, but there are also six demigods including Sect Master Samuel Lincoln himself, and even mythic supreme ancestors. Looking across the entire Holy Light Empire, aside from the royal family, there is no force that can shake our Lincoln Sword Sect in the slightest. The true experts deeply understand the strength of our Lincoln Sword Sect and would never be foolish enough to make an enemy of a sect guarded by a mythic supreme. As for some ignorant brat causing trouble at our Lincoln Sword Sect's gates, he’s simply seeking his own death. I believe you’ll soon see that brat’s corpse.”

Another elder, also dressed in a senior steward’s robe, spoke up, his tone full of confidence in the strength of Lincoln Sword Sect.

His words also drew the agreement of the other fourteen senior stewards present; without exception, everyone felt that Hannah Grant was making a mountain out of a molehill.