A few slight wounds had been forced out between his brows by the razor-sharp Sword Qi.
As Su Ye lowered his sword, Tian Yang's recovery ability healed them in an instant.
But...
This already explained everything.
"I lost."
Tian Yang spoke, his voice full of complexity and helplessness, concealing profound shock.
But he was far from the only one.
Even Time Ancestor, maintaining the protective barrier overhead, took a long while to recover his senses. "That sword..."
Not to mention Gu Chensha, Ning Jian, Su Ling, Li Taiyi, and the other Seven Stars and Eight Fiends below!
Their breathing had quickened, their faces filled with disbelief.
It was as though they had yet to recover from this reality!
How could anyone believe it?
That was Ancestor Yang!
Among his peers, he had been a supreme Prodigy, scarcely inferior to Gu Chensha!
He had suppressed his generation until none could rise again!
Now, after cultivating for nearly ten thousand years, he had reached Destroy Star Perfection and been hailed as the number one sword cultivator of the Heavenly Star Domain. In the eyes of the crowd, he could even battle a Half-Step World Lord for a short time!
Yet... he had lost?!
"It doesn't count as a loss. It was a draw." Su Ye's calm yet faintly weary voice spread out. "Without using our trump cards, if we continued fighting, I would not be Tian Yang's match."
"If it came down to a single sword, I did hold a slight advantage. But Tian Yang surely has defensive and escape methods. I might not necessarily have been able to win."
Su Ye's expression was composed.
He understood himself extremely well.
The path he walked was True Self as Mirror, a path of tempering his standing.
It differed from traditional cultivators such as