Thirteenth Contest IV: White-Clad Sword King

"The sword challenge is over."

Zang Cangsheng smiled faintly. "Just now, I merely gave you three chances to challenge me with the sword out of consideration for your being a junior."

"Surely you do not truly believe you have the ability to fight this Venerable One?"

Though he was speaking, his hands did not slow in the slightest.

"This fellow..."

Li Canghai frowned deeply. "He is someone."

"This qualifies as being someone?" Li Chungang immediately tore into him. "He keeps saying he does not regard Three Leaves at all, as though Three Leaves could do whatever he pleased and still fail to harm him in the slightest."

"He is putting on such an act, he is nearly catching up to Long Aojiao."

"Yet his words say one thing while his hands do another."

"He looks as if he does not care, but in truth, he has directly begun seizing the initiative!"

"He is clearly deeply wary inside, yet he insists on acting as though he is something remarkable."

"Pah!"

"Someone like this is simply a disgrace to us Sword Cultivators!"

The Sword Son scratched his head.

Deng Tai'a also sighed. "He is somewhat shameless."

Xu Fenglai frowned and said nothing.

Li Canghai gave a cold laugh. "I do not understand your Sword Cultivator nonsense, your integrity and whatnot. But in my view, it is precisely such shameless people who are truly someone, who can accomplish great things."

"How much is face worth?"

"When someone has talent, strength, and methods, yet is utterly shameless as well..."

"That is what is truly terrifying."

"That is what makes a real somebody!"

"At least, that is how we Demonic Cultivators see it."

At those words, Li Chungang and the other Sword Cultivators froze, then fell silent.

Those words...

Were rather unpleasant to hear.

But