I Wish to See the Dazzling Swordsmanship

At Wuwang Beach, Zhou Qing held his sword and looked at the ancestors of the sects who were hundreds of feet away from him, with a silent expression... In Zhou Qing's eyes, they used to be admirable monuments, the backbone that held up the sky, and the models and role models for thousands of monks in the world of practice... But when Zhou Qing knew all the truth, these former role models made Zhou Qing feel sick... That's right! Nausea! For their own selfish desires and for the so-called "righteousness", they disregard the lives and deaths of others and the wishes of the common people, turning into evil dragons and eating away at the world... Their whole bodies exude the aura of depravity and decay, which is disgusting! Zhou Qing slowly raised his right arm and pointed his sword forward. "Sword cultivator Zhou Qing, please... The ancestors of all sects... Go to death."