Just as Bo Xuanji was in a daze, Wei Xiaotian had already tightly grasped his sword edge with both hands.
"Mu Hanyan, destroy that sword soul, quickly, destroy that sword soul!" Wei Xiaotian's eyes widened in fury, his face twisted from pain, yet he turned towards Mu Hanyan and shouted loudly.
Mu Hanyan looked at Wei Xiaotian in surprise, never having expected him to say such words.
"For the Holy Court, for the Holy Court Continent, we absolutely cannot let this sword soul fall into the hands of the temple, even if it means destroying it." Wei Xiaotian shouted sharply again.
In that instant, Mu Hanyan felt inexplicably moved. Although Wei Xiaotian would use any means to achieve his goals, and indeed was somewhat despicable, his loyalty to the Holy Court was no less than the generations of loyalty Bo Xuanji's family had to the temple. Just for this point alone, he was still worthy of admiration.
