Thirteenth Contest: All Dead!

"They..."

"Were they this excited?"

Li Canghai, Funingna, and Dianna looked at one another.

These two swords were truly formidable; even they could not look directly at them.

But why were the Sword Cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall so excited? Some were even weeping tears of joy, and even the top three had "cried"?!

This...

Even if the facts proved that Three Leaves was once that White-Clad Sword King, wasn't this reaction a little too intense?

"You are not Sword Cultivators, so naturally you do not understand."

Li Chungang sighed. "Once upon a time, he was likely the faith in the hearts of all Sword Immortals across the Three Thousand Continents!"

"That does make sense."

The Sword Son quietly chattered, "No wonder Three Leaves' talent had been so heaven-defying before. He could learn virtually any sword art at a glance and master it at a glance."

"And he even created such astonishing sword arts. Before this, I had always thought it was simply the difference between people—that it was just that monstrous, just that heaven-defying."

"But now, it seemed..."

"As the former White-Clad Sword King, an existence who made all Sword Cultivators lower their heads and submit, living out a second life—wouldn't such heaven-defying performance be perfectly fitting?"

"Perfectly reasonable!"

"Nothing wrong with it!"

Once upon a time, the Sword Son had nearly had his mentality shattered by Three Leaves.

They were both people... no, that was not right. As a human bearing the Sword Spirit Saint Body, he had been utterly crushed in swordsmanship talent by a mere weed. Who could he even reason with over that?

Now, he had finally figured out why.

Since it was the "reincarnation" of that former White-Clad Sword King—or rather, someone who had "lived out a second life"—then shouldn't it perform