"Thank you for your efforts, Liu Jianxin. From this moment on, in these filthy Rivers and Lakes, you became the hero you truly wished to be."
"I can imagine that the other you suffered many setbacks in life..."
"Now, it's time for us to save him."
Liu Jianxin grew increasingly bewildered. Looking at the assembled heroes kneeling before him, he realized who had arrived. At the same time, he understood something else...
This man's voice was exactly the same as the sword spirit's.
Suddenly, everything made sense.
"You... you... so you're Wen Xishu? You're the sword spirit in my head?"
The truth was almost enough to break him. The sheer amount of information left Liu Jianxin at a loss.
He simply could not understand why Wen Xishu had done this.
Wen Xishu also knew that his appearance had brought Liu Jianxin's mind to a standstill.
The great fiend was actually the sword spirit in his head, who had constantly helped him kill the martial fiends under his own command. How could that possibly make sense?
After some thought, Wen Xishu decided to tell Liu Jianxin the truth.
"I was the one who forced you to act chivalrously along the way. I was also the one who gave you strength at critical moments. And I was the one who made you abandon other martial arts and forcibly awakened your Beginner's Swordsmanship."
"Every crisis you faced at a critical moment was arranged by me."
"Even your standing in this arena now, fighting for the righteous martial factions, was part of my script."
Wen Xishu really did seem like a great villain now.
And he was so powerful that he inspired despair.
Without using a single move, he had utterly defeated Liu Jianxin with nothing but words, his voice, and the truth.
*So