Chapter 1315: The Dueling Arena

In the square reserved for the named disciples, three of them lounged around, passing a gleaming sword from hand to hand. They took turns admiring it, grinning with undisguised greed. Kong Zhong spotted the sword, and his eyes turned bloodshot. He looked ready to charge straight at them. It was the sword his mother had left him. It meant everything to him. In this world, it was the only family he had left. And he meant that literally. He treated the sword like family. That was why he had swallowed...