"Pfft."
As soon as Hun Xiu finished speaking, the Sword Saint spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned pale as he stared at Hun Xiu in utter shock, his voice trembling. "You crippled me?"
The Sword Saint felt the power within his body dissipate along with that mouthful of blood. All his years of effort had been reduced to nothing in this instant. The Sect Leader of Shu Mountain, the Sword Saint, had been completely reduced to a mortal! The Sword Saint was utterly unable to remain calm. Just imagine it—after years of cultivation were crippled by someone else and all one's efforts came to nothing, who could stay calm?
Even if he was the Sword Saint, the Sect Leader of Shu Mountain, whose strength had long since reached the Dao Entry Realm, how could he possibly accept having his cultivation crippled so casually? He had paid far too much to reach the Dao Entry Realm.
Now, all his years of cultivation were completely gone. The Sword Saint spat out another mouthful of blood and collapsed limply to the ground.
Hun Xiu said, "I crippled Baiyue once. Baiyue spent five years returning to his peak. I wonder how long it will take you, the Sect Leader of Shu Mountain and Sword Saint, to return to your peak?"
Hun Xiu's tone was flat, as though crippling the Sword Saint was a matter of no consequence.
Hun Xiu continued calmly, "For that period of time, the only one who can contend with you, Sword Saint, will be the Baiyue Cult Master."
"Back then, when I crippled the Baiyue Cult Master's cultivation, you did not kill him. Tell me, now that your cultivation has been crippled, will the Baiyue Cult Master come to kill you?"
"Mm."
Upon hearing this, the Sword