Ye Chunsheng was somewhat dazed.
He lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand.
This sword, which had been with him since childhood, was now shattered beyond repair. Only a short piece of the blade remained, reduced to scrap iron.
"I lost..."
Bitterness filled Ye Chunsheng's heart.
Though he knew that no one could remain undefeated forever.
This day had come far too quickly.
He had not even made a name for himself in the Jianghu before suffering defeat.
Even his sword had shattered. It was a crushing, utter defeat.
Yet Ye Chunsheng still had one question.
"Why... am I not dead?"
Ye Chunsheng asked.
Having stepped into the Jianghu, he naturally understood what it meant to challenge an established figure of the Jianghu.
More often than not, it meant a fight to the death!
Those who failed a challenge, even if they were not killed, would be crippled.
But what about him?
He was completely unharmed.
Forget death—he did not even have the slightest injury.
Had Ji Qing shown mercy?
How could a "Demon Lord" ranked fifth on the Villain Ranking possibly be soft-hearted?
When it came to Du Chen, the Wind Chasing Blade, and Poison Demon Ouyang Bo, why had Ji Qing not shown mercy then?
That was why Ye Chunsheng was puzzled. He had lost, so why had Ji Qing not killed him?
Clack.
Ji Qing sheathed his blade.
"Because your sword held no killing intent."
Ye Chunsheng froze slightly.
"We were only sparring. We have no deep-seated grudge—why must there be killing intent?"
Ye Chunsheng asked in confusion.
To him, it was only natural for there to be no killing intent.
Yet Ji Qing shook his head. "A man in the Jianghu cannot control his own fate. The moment you draw your sword,